But After The Gig

Leather and sweat fills the atmosphere

I sense an enjoyment as I pogo too

The anarchist words being shouted out

Thats not real music

And I'm just shoutin' and screamin'

But thats the response to an anarchist meeting

But after the gig,

Its back to obeying their every say,

Back to be being those

Poor lambs led to the fuckin slaughter

You think that this is a turn of phrase

Realism is what we're preachin

Are you really so afraid?