It's 2pm, open the first bottle
Drank 'em all it's time to get more
No clue now, I'm already hammered

I'm $#&@ing pissed before I've left the door

Missed our journey because of the brew

We'll never be a professional crew
Trains, coaches a trollet and a bus
We'll get to the show no matter the fuss


High speed hangover!
Trapped in a drinkers hell (Where am I now)

How do we get home? (Never ending dread)
Will this ever end? (I don't think so)


Finally arrive, our stocks running low
Need some more, before we play the show
Now I know, beer over gear

Dry glasses are all we have to fear

Our currency is beer, the bank is our bar

Stay out of our way, you $#&@ing 'rockstar'
Alcoholic $$#ault, none of your H2O
Staying sober? We say no!


Hops heaven! Malted menace! Fermented fun! Liquid love!
Pint pusher! Bottle basher! Keg crusher! Ale attacker!

Thrash cash! Fridge failure! Gear greif! Book and bolters!
Fluid frenzy! Pizza party! Riff rider! Rock and roll!


A night of chaos in liquid lust
Blinded by beer, and whiskey a must
Feeling like we're all gunna die

But thrash metal will keep us alive

Lying on the floor, my heads in pieces

Lost and broke, hazy confusion
But you know we will do it all again
'Cos this is the life of thrash my friend