| The weekend came after a week
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| Of school and work, pure misery
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| A case of beer, a bag of weed
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| The sound of thrash is all we need
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| We first meet up outside the club
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| We’ll pound some cans, we’ll get warmed up
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| Then we’ll go in, where we shall be
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| Thrashing for eternity
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| Moshing through smoke clouds and empty cans
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| Stagediving into the pit
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| We are the thrashers, it’s not nice to meet you
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| Fuck you, we don’t give a shit
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| This is our playground, it’s where we belong
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| The pit gets you higher than hits from the bong
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| Run to the pit, mosh for your life
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| Run to the pit, mosh for your life
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| Security man across the fence
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| Killing and raping the fun
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| We’re thrashing and slamming like hell in the pit
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| Crushing skulls, drinking beer, smoking blunts
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| It’s like a jungle in front of the stage
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| Banging your head and smashing your face
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| Run to the pit, mosh for your life
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| Run to the pit, mosh for your life
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| Let’s go
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| Run to the pit, mosh for your life
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| Run to the pit, mosh for your life
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| Run to the pit, mosh for your life
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| Run to the pit, mosh for your life
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| Run to the pit, mosh for your life
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| Run to the pit, mosh for your life
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| Run to the pit, mosh for your life
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| Run to the pit, mosh for your life
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| Mosh for your life |