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 %#@!
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 $#&@ing 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


In the pit [5]