Текст песни Crashdog - Vent
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We run around in circlesLike chickens without a head,Social inhibitionIs something quickly shed,Everyone`s the sameWhen you`re slamming in the pit,Never need to worryHow you`re going to fit.You`re the one that suffersWhen you stand and stare,Out there I am no oneAnd in here no one cares.My ears are humming`Cause the music`s loud,As I take a leapOver the crowd,The floor is swellingWith a sweaty throng,This is where I belong.As the world worsensIn its misery,I need to find releaseOf this pent-up energy.What a better wayThan in a crowded hall?It`s hockey without a puck,It`s rugby without a ball,It`s time to rub some elbowsIt`s time to fellowship.It`s time to fuel the flame of lifeThat Jesus Christ has lit.What`s in is out,Non-conformityHas been established.It`s punk this,It`s punk that,I don`t need you to tellMe what is punk,I`m doing my own thing.Packed-in sardinesIn a body swamp,Some will want to skank,Some will want to stomp.The pogo`s still in styleWith those in the old school,Down with hate and violenceIs the only rule,You say that punk is dead,You say that it is gone,Maybe you gave upMaybe you`re just wrong.