Thrashers, so restless and violent a crowd For minions of metal, it's never too loud Denim and leather, spikes and long hair The two horns of metal raised high in the air
chorus: THRASH AND DESTROY Thrash and destroy THRASH AND DESTROY Thrash and destroy
The rhythm is pounding, the pit starts to fly The thrashers inflicting cracked ribs and black eyes Violently throwing elbows and fists Hundreds of posers crossed off the hit list