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We run around in
Like chickens a head,
Social
Is quickly shed,
the same
When you're in the pit,
Never to worry
How going to fit.
the one that suffers
When you and stare,
Out I am no one
And in no one cares.
My are humming
the music's loud,
As I take a
the crowd,
The floor is
a sweaty throng,
This is I belong.
As the world
In its misery,
I to find release
Of this energy.
a better way
Than in a hall?
It's without a puck,
It's without a ball,
It's time to rub some
It's to fellowship.
time to fuel the flame of life
That Christ has lit.
in is out,

Has established.
punk this,
It's that,
I need you to tell
Me is punk,
I'm my own thing.
sardines
In a swamp,
Some will to skank,
will want to stomp.
The pogo's in style
With in the old school,
Down with and violence
Is the rule,
You say punk is dead,
You say it is gone,
you gave up
Maybe you're wrong.