| 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 |