Thrashard

There's a gig

At 5th and main

Gonna catch the bus

Or take the train

We'll steal or find

Or borrow cash

And we'll be there

Ready to thrash

The band kickes in

They begin to rage

No-man's land

In front of the stage

Poseurs in the bathroom

Still looking at their hair

Thrashers in the foreground

Doing what they dare

In the pit

Thrashing and slamming

Like hell in the pit

Tomorrow they know

May not come

Banging and moshing

Like they don't give a shit

To the rapid beat

Of the drum

A boot to your forehead

A knee in your face

Your nose and lips

Start to bleed

Like a wild indian

From outer space

Drunk and

High on weed

Guitar seems so fucking loud

People walking on the crowd

Diving off the p.a. stacks

Breaking ankles,necks and backs

Then the circle begins

In the thrashing pit

Fist are flying

People getting hit

Tooth chippers left and right

Skinheads in another fight

Banging heads and broken jaws

Because there are no laws

In the pit

Then you start thrashing

Like never before

Stagediving, headwalking like mad

Doing your thing

All over the floor

The best time that you've ever had

You are hurt all over

But can't feel a thing

Not until the next day

Then you wake up

Stiff as a board

And the pain won't go away

Another gig at 5th and main

We'll catch the bus

Or take the train

We'll steal or find

Or borrow cash

And we'll be there

Ready to thrash

In the pit