Lyrics
There's a gig at 5th and Main
You catch the bus or take the train
We'll steal or find or borrow cash
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
The pit, the pit, the pit, 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 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
Circle begins in the thrashing pit
Fist are flying, people gettin' 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
Stage-diving, head-walking 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, ah
Another gig at 5th and Main
We'll catch the bus or take the train
We'll steal or find or borrow cash
We'll be there ready to thrash
The pit, the pit, the pit, the pit
In the pit
