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?