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Denim, leather, thrash is what we are |
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Bang your head against the stage at Baloff's command |
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Thrashing, smashing, posers on the floor |
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We'll leave you on the floor, bruised and sore |
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Thrash is back |
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Thrash is back |
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Thrash is back |
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Violence, mayhem, the crowd begins to slam |
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Circle pitting maniacs, thrashing all around |
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Louder, louder, the crowd starts to scream |
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Saying thrash is back with their fist in the air |
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Thrash is back |
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Thrash is back |
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Thrash is back |
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Run on the stage, jump in the crowd |
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They catch you as you fall from the air |
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The lights hit your face as you surf the crowd |
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You see the band on the stage |
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Kicked in the head by a white high top |
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The mark is left on your face |
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Turned and tossed by the people below |
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Until you fall in the hole |
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The crowd pulls you in to the circle pit |
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Slamming and banging your head |
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A thrasher falls, you help him up |
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Slamming the posers to death |
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Singing along while your knees hit your face |
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Not giving a damn who's in your way |
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Your hearts beating fast as your pitting away |
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Thrash will never die |
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80's is when thrash was made |
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Those were the glory days |
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Thrash was asleep, but now it's awake |
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We'll never die, we're here to stay |
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The glory days are back |
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Thrashers unite, scream with me |
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Thrash is back |
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Oh, thrash is back |
