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Put in position to wage teenage mayhemA common affair for the ones who are juicedIf it is weakness that grants us the powerWe thrive on what's stronger than most of the worldGlass breaks / the dimming lights /sweat, heat and profane debate /The smart ones stay on the outside / while drunken heads and arms eruptCentered man swings a punch, spits a tooth, postures oddA punk rock escapade/five bucks a head to be king dick in the crowdWe are the ones who must sport the positionCheap beer / trendy clicks / lesbian love is accepted and rightShaved heads meet hair in the mix / blending the 80's and 90's with hateShows on / dates canceled / kicked out for reasons that seem so unfairSkin crusts against the cops / a foregone conclusion that's tired and beatRingworm,crabs and lice / V.D. ecstasy, speed and horseA heaven / of unmatched importance / an honor of sex to be stuck by the punkRich homes / with money and food / abandoned for the bums on the streetA lifestyle that's unexplainable / don't try and save what is all meant to beIf it is free/from family that's seen / you can just keep it if you must begIt's better instead / you must follow the etiquetteYou know when it rains you're in your bed at homeYou act so real when you are aloneYou better not let the mohawked crowd seeGive it five years, you'll retire your piercingsYou must admit that you mimic the weaklings
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Lyrics: Pantera
