GOOD RIDDANCE LYRICS

"Salt"

Don't be alarmed.
Please don't take it personally,
But you're acting out
On everybody here.

Your 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 game.
It seems you don't know when to quit.
The crowd stares in silence as you practise violence
To show you're the king of the pit.

So what now?
We're sick of it.
What now?

So now no one goes
To the front at shows anymore,
'Cause 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 don't you get involved?
You don't even know our names.

You high-five your friends like you're jocks at a football game.
It seems you don't know when to quit.
The crowd stares in silence as you practise violence
To show you're the king of the pit.

So what now?
We're sick of it.
What now?
We're sick of it.

Any scene worth its salt would vilify aggression.
It seems that aggression's all you know.
Stop throwing your fists, put out your hand,
Participate in the show.

Here we go.

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