Anarchist Dance Party

Hey man, good set - but not as good as mine That's what you get for going first in line Don't you know nobody takes that spot? Don't you wanna practice in the mosh? Don't you wanna warm up where nobody else can hear you? Nobody else can see you? Breaking vocals? 2 points off for you You hit that snare both too soft and too soon That's one more deduction for your time. That's where everyone will draw the line That's where you will pack it up and head home 'till next time When you can get another chance to be king of the night And what you do you get for all your hard analysis? Not a damn thing, cause that is not the point of this Other bands are not your enemies - there is no one here you must defeat All that kind of toxic shit, intentional or accident will never earn a crown for anything But why would you wanna wear one, anyways? Even if you made it, it'd be something that you'd hate So f*ck the king, f*ck all kings, f*ck the monarchy Let's have a musical anarchist dance party And we'll dance like no one's watching, cause no one will be Cause no one will be Cause no one will be