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