Dancehall Killers

Up and down, in and out

Come together, move around

On your feet, stay on the floor

Shake that body and clap your hands

Now listen

Make a circle, happy faces

Dance to Techno

Hands up in the air

If we say wheeooo

We say Wheeooo

Call and response, that's our second name

This is the Disco, this is the show

War pigs won't leave us alone

Where is the Disco, where is the show

How can we dance if the dancefloor is filled with killers?

The Testosterone is here

The celebration of killing is going on here

They're building a brickwall

Of black money and blood and beer

But all you can think of is how to disappear

Cause how can we dance

When the dancehall is filled with killers