Vent lyrics

Song information

Artist: Crashdog
Album: Mud Angels

Lyrics

We run around in circles
Like chickens without a head
Social inhibition
Is something quickly shed
Everyone's the same
When you're slamming in the pit
Never need to worry
How you're going to fit
You're the one that suffers
When you stand and stare
Out there I am no one
And in here no one cares
My ears are humming
'Cause the music's loud
As I take a leap
Over the crowd
The floor is swelling
With a sweaty throng
This is where I belong
As the world worsens
In its misery
I need to find release
Of this pent-up energy
What a better way
Than in a crowded hall?
It's hockey without a puck
It's rugby without a ball
It's time to rub some elbows
It's time to fellowship
It's time to fuel the flame of life
That jesus christ has lit
What's in is out
Non-conformity
Has been established
It's punk this
It's punk that
I don't need you to tell
Me what is punk
I'm doing my own thing
Packed-in sardines
In a body swamp
Some will want to skank
Some will want to stomp
The pogo's still in style
With those in the old school
Down with hate and violence
Is the only rule
You say that punk is dead
You say that it is gone
Maybe you gave up
Maybe you're just wrong

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

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