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There was a time when metal rose, a golden age for our land |
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Thrashers ruled all over the world |
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with chained fists and desires of fight |
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And when i was sixteen this band began |
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we wanted to play it loud |
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Four firends, beers and garage days |
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We knew there was no turning back |
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This is the attack straight to your ass |
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You better believe it, crank it up! |
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Go mad! climb over the stage! |
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Dive off! Survive and do it again! |
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More Beers more friends, never stop, another song in the bar |
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Heads are banging out of control. Great times insured! |
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HEY YOU! TIME FOR A MOSH PIT! |
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We don't care what they say we laught at them in their face |
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We just enjoy what we play and nothing else |
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Tread our pride it that's what you want, thats more than music, yes |
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So if you dont like how this shit sounds |
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Just listen: Fuck you man! |