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