Wheels turning, fires burning, get us to that stage
Motor running, amps humming, we are fuelled with rage
No stopping, jaw dropping, sweating through our jeans
Leather, spikes, chains and mics, adrenaline and speed
When the thrill and excitement dies
All that's left, determined to survive
When the sirens fade, cities ablaze
Beg, steal or borrow just to get up on that stage
Beg, steal or borrow, the ringing remains
Five of the best to put you to the test
Hardened by the road, young skin on old bones
Stage to stage, we're ready to explode
Never coming back, aussie thrash attack
Stage lights for warmth, amp stacks for walls
Slaves to entertain once the crowd walks through the door
Beg, steal or borrow just to get up on that stage
Beg, steal or borrow, the ringing remains
We're what Cain was to Abel, at the front of the pack
The point of the spear, we're the arrowhead
Ugly as the music wants us to be
Heavy as a freight train, writing in the devil's name
Feeding his desire with burning hell fire