There's a gig
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At 5th and Main
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Gonna catch the bus
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Or take the train
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We'll steal or find
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Or borrow cash
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And we'll be there
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Ready to thrash
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The band kickes in
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They begin to rage
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No-man's land
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In front of the stage
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Poseurs in the bathroom
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Still looking at their hair
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Thrashers in the foreground
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Doing what they dare
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In the pit <i>[5]
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Thrashing and slamming
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Like hell in the pit
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Tomorrow they know
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May not come
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Banging and moshing
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Like they don't give a shit
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To the rapid beat
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Of the drum
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A boot to your forehead
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A knee in your face
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Your nose and lips
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Start to bleed
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Like a wild Indian
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From outer space
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Drunk and
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High on weed
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Guitar seems so fucking loud
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People walking on the crowd
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Diving off the P.A. stacks
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Breaking ankles,necks and backs
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Then the circle begins
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In the thrashing pit
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Fist are flying
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People getting hit
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Tooth chippers left and right
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Skinheads in another fight
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Banging heads and broken jaws
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Because there are no laws
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In the pit
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Then you start thrashing
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Like never before
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Stagediving, headwalking like mad
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Doing your thing
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All over the floor
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The best time that you've ever had
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You are hurt all over
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But can't feel a thing
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Not until the next day
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Then you wake up
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Stiff as a board
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And the pain won't go away
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Another gig at 5th and Main
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We'll catch the bus
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Or take the train
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We'll steal or find
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Or borrow cash
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And we'll be there
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Ready to thrash
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In the pit <i>[5]
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Thrashard
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| D.R.I. |
