Salt by Good Riddance
Don't be alarmed please don't take it personally
But you're acting out on everybody here.
You're ability your virility's in doubt.
So one more time you clench your fists
Scream and shout .
You high-five your friends
Like you're jocks at a football.
It seems you don't know when to quit
The crowd stares in silence
As you practice violence.
To show you're the king of the pit.
What now we're sick of it.
So now no one goes
To the front at shows anymore
Because we don't want to be
Kicked in the head
Or punched in the nose.
We don't care where you're from.
We don't care what set you claim.
Why do you get involved?
You don't even know our names.
Any scene worth it's salt.
Would vilify aggression.
It seems that aggression's all you know.
So stop throwing your fists.
Put out your hand.
Participate in the show.
Here we go.