Leather and sweat fills the atmosphere 
Stretchin and drippin just to pogo too 
The anarchy show they shout it out 
There ís no real music And I'm just shoutin and screamin'
But that ís 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?