Yesterday's gig didn't go well
Two died, the rest went through hell
Braindead bangers broke their own bones

But still they trashed all night long
Their mania was so $#&@ing strong
In the hospital beds you hear them moan


THRASH! All night
FEELS! All right

Club is $#&@ed up
But they cannot stop
THEY CANNOT STOP!


Thrashing and moshing is their whole life
They don't have kids or wives

Filthy outlaws out of control
If you see them coming to your place
You better try to hide your face

They will tear down your walls

A week later another gig again

Beggars arrive by subway and train
Drink two sixpacks, now it feels good
Drunken drivers jumping from stage

Banging their heads in senseless rage
They don't need no $#&@ing food