Raver Life

The pinks, the yellows, the greens, the blues Bright coloured outfits, bright sparkly shoes These are the sights I love most to see The horns, the whistles, my raving family The beats, the bass, the atmosphere in the place The music, the lyrics, the complete lack of space The bond that you feel as you bounce to that sound That feeling makes you free, nothing can bring you down The lyrics that's spat when you all know the words Makes the whole place erupt as you repeat what you've heard The euphoria from the tunes that the turntable kings play Makes you forget all your troubles, all your cares slip away The description is perfect, summed up in one word We are ravers, we are friends, we are family, we are PLUR