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 fucking strong In the hospital beds you hear them moan
THRASH! All night FEELS! All right Club is fucked 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 fucking foodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
