But After The Gig

Discharge

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

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    Composition: Kelvin Cal Morris, Tony Bones Roberts, and Roy Rainy Wainwright

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