But After the Gig

Leather and sweat fills the atmosphere I sense an enjoyment as I pogo too The anarchist words being shouted out That's not real music And I'm just shoutin' and screamin' But that's the response to an anarchist meeting But after the gig, Its back to obeying their every say, Back to be being those Poor lambs led to the fuckin' slaughter You think that this is a turn of phrase Realism is what we're preachin' Are you really so afraid?