Get Out Of This Town - No Use For A Name

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!