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We run in circles
chickens without a head,
Social
Is something shed,
Everyone's the
When slamming in the pit,
Never need to
How you're to fit.
You're the one suffers
When you and stare,
Out I am no one
And in no one cares.
My are humming
'Cause the loud,
As I a leap
the crowd,
The is swelling
With a throng,
This is I belong.
As the worsens
In its misery,
I to find release
Of this energy.
a better way
Than in a crowded
It's hockey a puck,
It's rugby a ball,
It's to rub some elbows
time to fellowship.
It's time to fuel the of life
That Jesus 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.
Packed-in
In a swamp,
Some will to skank,
will want to stomp.
The pogo's still in
With in the old school,
Down hate and violence
Is the rule,
You say punk is dead,
You say it is gone,
Maybe you up
Maybe you're wrong.