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Leather and sweat fills the atmosphere
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Stretchin and drippin just to pogo too
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The anarchy show they shout it out
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[BDA K]
D# A x4
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There s no real music
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And I'm just shoutin and screamin'
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But that s a response to an anarchist meeting
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[BDA K]
D# A x4
G O over verse chords
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But after the gig is my true bender
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Every shake back to me goes
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Poor lambs this is a fuckin slaughter
[BDA K]
D# A x4
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You think that this is a turn of phrase
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Realism is what we're preachin
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Are you really so afraid?
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