There's a gig   At 5th 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 kickes 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! (5)      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 in your face   Your nose and lips   Start to bleed   Like a wild Indian   From outer space   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 thrashing pit   Fist are flying   People getting hit   Tooth chippers left and right   Skinheads in another fight   Banging heads and broken jaws   Because there are no 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 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 (5)