The squat is crowded with a feed stamping crowd
Full of chaos out of control into the pit of a D-beat hell
Smell the burning tubes on your skin
The amps are warm and up to ten
The singer roars and swirls across the stage
Feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins
And there are surrounded by screaming punks
Raw and crushing and full of guitar skills

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