Discharge - But After the Gig lyrics

Leather and sweat fills the atmosphere

Stretchin and drippin just to pogo too

The anarchy show they shout it out

There ís no real music And I'm just shoutin and screamin'

But that ís a response to an anarchist meeting

But after the gig is my true bender

Every shake back to me goes

Poor lambs this is a fuckin slaughter

You think that this is a turn of phrase

Realism is what we're preachin

Are you really so afraid?