| Picked up a flyer just the other day
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| My favorite band was coming here to play
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| Last time they were here no one broke the silence
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| I hope this time it doesn’t turn into a soundtrack for violence
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| Hanging out in the parking lot and everybody’s here
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| There’s the straight edge guys and they’re pounding beer
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| Skaters poppin' ollies and skinheads talkin' shop
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| But here come the nazis at the end of the block
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| Get out of this town!
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| It’s packed in this sweatbox as the band begins to blare
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| A swarming mass of tattoos, muscles, baldness, and hair
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| But now there’s a target it’s a fascist attack
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| Twenty on one, they know he won’t fight back
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| Get out of this town!
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| Got to get out, gotta get out
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| Gotta get out of this town
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| There’s more of us than them but we still don’t intervene
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| The hatred of only a few wrecks everybody’s scene
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| We can overcome their racist shit if everyone’s involved
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| The power of many can crush their few and the problem will be solved
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| Get out of this town! |