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?