Lyrics

There's a gig at fifth and main
Gonna catch the bus or take the train
We'll steal or find or borrow cash
And we'll be there ready to thrash

The band kicks in, they begin to rage
No-man's land, in front of the stage
Poseurs in the bathroom still looking at their hair
Thrashers in the foreground doing what they dare

In the pit, in the pit, in the pit, in the pit
In the pit

Thrashing and slamming like hell in the pit
Tomorrow they know may not come
Banging and moshing like they don't give a shit
To the rapid beat of the drum

A boot to your forehead, a knee to your face
Your nose and lips start to bleed
Like a wild indian from outerspace
Drunk and high on weed

Guitar seems so fucking loud
People walking on the crowd
Diving off the P.A. Stacks
Breaking ankles, necks and backs
Then the circle begins in the pit
Fists are flying, people are getting hit
Tooth chippers left and right
Skinheads in another fight
Banging heads and broken jaws
Because there are not laws
In the pit

Then you start thrashing like never before
Stagediving, headwalking like mad
Doing your thing all over the floor
The best time that you've ever had
You are hurt all over, but can't feel a thing
Not until the next day
Then you'll wake up, stiff as a board
And the pain won't go away

Another gig at fifth and main
We'll catch the bus or take the train
We'll steal or find or borrow cash
And we'll be there ready to thrash

In the pit, in the pit, in the pit, in the pit
In the pit