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
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 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
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 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
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 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
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 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