Run to the Pit

The weekend came after a week
Of school and work, pure misery
A case of beer, a bag of weed
The sound of thrash is all we need

We first meet up outside the club
We'll pound some cans, we'll get warmed up
Then we'll go in, where we shall be
Thrashing for eternity

Moshing through smoke clouds and empty cans
Stagediving into the pit
We are the thrashers, it's not nice to meet you
Fuck you, we don't give a shit
This is our playground, it's where we belong
The pit gets you higher than hits from the bong

Run to the pit, mosh for your life
Run to the pit, mosh for your life

Security man across the fence
Killing and raping the fun
We're thrashing and slamming like hell in the pit
Crushing skulls, drinking beer, smoking blunts
It's like a jungle in front of the stage
Banging your head and smashing your face