You jump in the pit, ready to thrash
Something catches your eye
The kids are doing a new kind of dance
You try to thrash as they go by
Forget your mosh, forget your thrash
Just throw your forearms into the air
The pit is running wild, stomp your feet
Run like a maniac without a care
Chorus:
Full out assualt
Full out attack
Full out assualt
Everyone's doing the bushwhack attack
It catches on to you, like a disease
The pit is our stomping ground
Your mind wants to thrash but you can't
To the bushwhack attack you are bound
Bodies flying left and right
A blitzkreig of elbows fly past you like a light
This is the worst thrashing you've ever seen
Chorus
Elbow to the throat, fist to the face
The pressure on you is the force of a mace
People stomping around like bats outta hell
A concussion or swollen eye is your only prize
People all over the world are doing the bushwhack
The "toxic waltz" is out of the picture
Blood, sweat, violence and kids
An impure and deadly mixture
Nuclear bombs, war and pain
Mean nothing compared to the bushwhack
After the show, bodies lie lifeless
Its an all out attack
Chorus
This is not what you want, you try to get away
But the bushwhack is here to stay
YOu have second thoughts about crushing the weak
But your body feeds off the pain
It's a neverending process, if left unified
Will drive completely insane
So shut off your mind, clsoe your eyes
Raise your fist and thrash away