Lyrics:

Denim, leather, thrash is what we are
Bang your head against the stage at Baloff's command
Thrashing, smashing, posers on the floor
We'll leave you on the floor, bruised and sore

Thrash is back
Thrash is back
Thrash is back

Violence, mayhem, the crowd begins to slam
Circle pitting maniacs, thrashing all around
Louder, louder, the crowd starts to scream
Saying thrash is back with their fist in the air

Thrash is back
Thrash is back
Thrash is back

Run on the stage, jump in the crowd
They catch you as you fall from the air
The lights hit your face as you surf the crowd
You see the band on the stage

Kicked in the head by a white high top
The mark is left on your face
Turned and tossed by the people below
Until you fall in the hole

The crowd pulls you in to the circle pit
Slamming and banging your head
A thrasher falls, you help him up
Slamming the posers to death

Singing along while your knees hit your face
Not giving a damn who's in your way
Your hearts beating fast as your pitting away
Thrash will never die

80's is when thrash was made
Those were the glory days
Thrash was asleep, but now it's awake
We'll never die, we're here to stay

The glory days are back
Thrashers unite, scream with me
Thrash is back

Oh, thrash is back