But After The Gig - Discharge

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