But After The Gig

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?