yesterday's gig didn't go well
two died, the rest went through hell
braindead bangers broke their own bones
but still they thrashed all night long
their mania was so fucking strong
in the hospital beds you hear them moan
Trash
all night
Feels
all right
club is fucked up
but they cannot stop
They cannot stop!
thrashing and moshing is their whole life
they don't have kids or wives
filthy outlaws out of control
if you see them coming to your place
you better try to hide your face
they will tear down the walls
a week later another gig again
bangers arrive by subway and train
drink two sixpacks, now it feels good
drunken divers jumping from stage
banging their heads in senseless rage
they don't need no fucking food