Thrashard

There's a gig at 5th and Main You catch the bus or take the train We'll steal or find or borrow cash We'll be there ready to thrash The band kicks 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 The pit, the pit, the pit, the pit 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 Circle begins in the thrashing pit Fist are flying, people gettin' 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 Stage-diving, head-walking 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, ah Another gig at 5th and Main We'll catch the bus or take the train We'll steal or find or borrow cash We'll be there ready to thrash The pit, the pit, the pit, the pit In the pit