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Leather and sweat fills the atmosphere
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Stretchin and drippin just to pogo too
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The anarchy show they shout it out
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[BDA K]  
D#  A  x4

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There s no real music 
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And I'm just shoutin and screamin'
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But that s a response to an anarchist meeting
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[BDA K]   
D#   A   x4

G  O  over verse chords


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But after the gig is my true bender
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Every shake back to me goes
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Poor lambs this is a fuckin slaughter

[BDA K]   
D#   A   x4

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You think that this is a turn of phrase
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Realism is what we're preachin
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Are you really so afraid?
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