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 (5)
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 f**king
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
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