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 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! (5 times)

thrashing and slamming
like hell in the pit
tomorrow they know
many 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 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 thrashing pit
fists are flying
poeople are 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
d

doing your thing all over the floor
the best time that you've ever had

You 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 5th & 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 times)

music & lyrics by D.R.I.   (C)1989 by Our Own Music (BMI