Thrashard – D.R.I. – letras

There’s a gig at fifth and mainGonna catch the bus or take the trainWe’ll steal or find or borrow cashAnd we’ll be there ready to thrashThe band kicks in, they begin to rageNo-man’s land, in front of the stagePoseurs in the bathroom still looking at their hairThrashers in the foreground doing what they dareIn the pit, in the pit, in the pit, in the pitIn the pitThrashing and slamming like hell in the pitTomorrow they know may not comeBanging and moshing like they don’t give a shitTo the rapid beat of the drumA boot to your forehead, a knee to your faceYour nose and lips start to bleedLike a wild indian from outerspaceDrunk and high on weedGuitar seems so fucking loudPeople walking on the crowdDiving off the P.A. StacksBreaking ankles, necks and backsThen the circle begins in the pitFists are flying, people are getting hitTooth chippers left and rightSkinheads in another fightBanging heads and broken jawsBecause there are not lawsIn the pitThen you start thrashing like never beforeStagediving, headwalking like madDoing your thing all over the floorThe best time that you’ve ever hadYou are hurt all over, but can’t feel a thingNot until the next dayThen you’ll wake up, stiff as a boardAnd the pain won’t go awayAnother gig at fifth and mainWe’ll catch the bus or take the trainWe’ll steal or find or borrow cashAnd we’ll be there ready to thrashIn the pit, in the pit, in the pit, in the pitIn the pit