Crashdog - Vent Lyrics
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.
