"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
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