Lyrics:

At 5th and MainGonna catch the busOr take the trainWe'll steal or findOr borrow cashAnd we'll be thereReady to thrashThe band kickes inThey begin to rageNo-man's landIn front of the stagePoseurs in the bathroomStill looking at their hairThrashers in the foregroundDoing what they dareIn the pit (5)Thrashing and slammingLike hell in the pitTomorrow they knowMay not comeBanging and moshingLike they don't give a shitTo the rapid beatOf the drumA boot to your foreheadA knee in your faceYour nose and lipsStart to bleedLike a wild IndianFrom outer spaceDrunk andHigh on weedGuitar seems so fucking loudPeople walking on the crowdDiving off the P.A. stacksBreaking ankles,necks and backsThen the circle beginsIn the thrashing pitFist are flyingPeople getting hitTooth chippers left and rightSkinheads in another fightBanging heads and broken jawsBecause there are no lawsIn the pitThen you start thrashingLike never beforeStagediving, headwalking like madDoing your thingAll over the floorThe best time that you've ever hadYou are hurt all overBut can't feel a thingNot until the next dayThen you wake upStiff as a boardAnd the pain won't go awayAnother gig at 5th and MainWe'll catch the busOr take the trainWe'll steal or findOr borrow cashAnd we'll be thereReady to thrashIn the pit (5)
D.r.i Thrashard