Mosh Pit
Chris Youngblood / Unlike Pluto
Another Friday where the freaks hide
Another venue where we can unwind
We’re all waiting for, the lights
We’re all waiting for, the fight
We’re only waiting for the mosh pit
We’re only waiting for
Kicking and screaming
Breaking down
Feels like I’m dreaming
When I’m in the crowd
Thrashing, with the drums crashing
We are all black sheep
Who just want to be
We’re only waiting for the mosh pit
We’re only waiting for
My clothing drenched in cigarette smoke
Tattoos covering arms like walls
Black jeans and a band tee cover me
Now it’s just a memory leaving me
We’re only waiting for the mosh pit
We’re only waiting for