| Queuing in the cold since half past four
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| Want to be the first ones through the door
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| We were eager and young
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| Our journey had just begun
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| But we were hungry for more
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| We’d stay true we swore
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| Death Metal, Black Metal, Thrash or Punk
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| Hardcore, Grindcore, Doom or Sludge
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| To us it was one
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| DIY was law
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| It was the underground
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| And we supported it proud
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| Colored vinyl, Gatefold sleeves
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| Limited editions not MP3s
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| The Devil’s Church, The Braindead Club
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| The King’s Cross Red Eye, The Standard Pub
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| Fanzines, mixtapes, word of mouth
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| And trading demos was soon phased out
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| For downloading albums in their scores
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| Reducing music to ones and naughts
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| Corporate sponsorship on venue walls
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| No history of the bands who played before
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| «Why go outside when we can sit online
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| And support the scene from behind a screen.»
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| «The world wide web is where we’ll convene
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| Making empty threats and arguing»
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| WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE TO MY SCENE??? |