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