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We run in circles
chickens without a head,
Social
Is quickly shed,
Everyone's the
you're slamming in the pit,
Never to worry
How going to fit.
You're the one suffers
When you and stare,
Out I am no one
And in no one cares.
My ears are
'Cause the loud,
As I take a
the crowd,
The floor is
a sweaty throng,
This is I belong.
As the world
In its misery,
I need to release
Of pent-up energy.
a better way
Than in a crowded
It's hockey a puck,
It's rugby a ball,
It's time to rub elbows
time to fellowship.
It's time to fuel the of life
Jesus Christ has lit.
in is out,

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