At 5th and MainGonna catch the busOr take the trainWe'll steal or findOr borrow cashAnd we'll be thereReady to thrashThe band kickes inThey begin to rageNo-man's landIn front of the stagePoseurs in the bathroomStill looking at their hairThrashers in the foregroundDoing what they dareIn the pit (5)Thrashing and slammingLike hell in the pitTomorrow they knowMay not comeBanging and moshingLike they don't give a shitTo the rapid beatOf the drumA boot to your foreheadA knee in your faceYour nose and lipsStart to bleedLike a wild IndianFrom outer spaceDrunk andHigh on weedGuitar seems so fucking loudPeople walking on the crowdDiving off the P.A.
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