Moshemian Thrashody

This is the real life This is no counterfeit Caught in the first row No escape from the circlepit Got punched in the eye And now I can hardly see I'm just a small dude, this is no place for me It's the wall of death, please God no! Let me out, let me go Any way the weed goes, doesn't really matter to me Mama, just hit a man Put my fist into his back He was blocking up my track Mama, thought that I had won But he held tight and pulled me down with him Mama Don't let them see me cry If I don't feel my legs again tomorrow Party on, party on, as if nothing really matters I hate, my life sometimes Get told to walk in line People whining all the time Fuck you, everybody, it's time to thrash So open up this pit and let me in Mama Do you wanna fry? I sometimes wish that all the weed was mine I see a little silhouetto of a beer On the bar, on the bar, will you grab it and drink it? Heineken, Corona, Kronenbourg or Zipfer, Becks! Ronnie Dio It's a me, Mario, Nintendo I have no money but I'm very thirsty He's just a poor boy, very very thirsty Buy him a drink or better buy him three Santa Claus, listen yo - will you let it snow? Escobar! No - we will not let it snow – let it snow El Chapo! We will not let it snow - let it snow Madrina! We will not let it snow - let it snow Oh porco dio, lecko mio, Renault Clio, here we go Yeah, Spongebob has some doobies put aside for me So you think I'm a stoner that never complies So you think that I'm worthless and hope I will die Oh rabies – I hope that you catch rabies Go fuck yourself, go fuck yourself with a knife Thrasher do it better, everybody knows Thrasher do it better, thrasher do it better, it shows Any way the weed goes