| Nightfall, and you head to the show
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| A ticket is clutched in your hand
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| Wearing a vest made of denim
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| With patches of your favorite bands
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| You get to the club
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| And the first band is totally lame
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| These posers are into the nu-school
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| They have t-i-o-n in their name!
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| Our riffs decapitate them, our solos shred their skin
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| My drums obliterate them, let the massacre begin!!!
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| Up from the pit
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| We launch an assault on the stage
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| Hatchets are buried in craniums
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| In a frenzy of psychotic rage
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| Killing machines
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| Necks are all broken and slashed
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| We came here to conquer, we came here to rule
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| WE CAME HERE TO SPLATTERTHRASH!!!
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| Our riffs decapitate them, our solos shred their skin
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| My drums obliterate them, let the massacre begin!!!
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| SPLATTERTHRASH!!! |
| BANG YOUR F**KING HEAD!!!
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| SPLATTERTHRASH!!! |
| SLAY THE LIVING, EAT THE DEAD!!!
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| SPLATTERTHRASH!!! |
| MOSHING LIKE A FOOL!!!
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| SPLATTERTHRASH!!! |
| LIVE FOR METAL, DIE FOR GHOUL!!!
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| End of the show
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| And on to the next shitty dive
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| The scenesters who got on the guest list
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| Paid with their poserish lives
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| But you survived
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| Your metal turned out to be True
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| You slammed in the pit and you didn’t take shit
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| A Numbskull, through and through
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| Our riffs decapitate them, our solos shred their skin
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| My drums obliterate them, let the massacre begin!!! |