Woorden: Hospital Of Death. Beer Bitches Blood. White The Lightning.

METAL MOSHING MANIA
BANGIN' ON YOUR BRAINIA
CAVING IN YOUR CRANIUM
SENDING YOU INSANIA

Pay your money at the door, you're hoping you just might,
We wanna fucking party at the
THRASH SHOW TONIGHT.

The walls are dripping with sweat, the lager tastes like shite,
We wanna have a party and THRASH TONIGHT.

Coz I need a fix,
of moshers cramp,
So turn you're dial way past ten,
Support bands done their best but they get quickly brushed aside,
The banner drops behind the drums, you get butterflies inside,
Then your band, they take the stage, your eyes well up with pride,
You bang your head against your skull til your fucking brain is fucking fried,

The smell of sweat it fills your nose, the joints are burning bright,
So smoke em if you got em at the THRASH SHOW TONIGHT.

The singer's barking the orders, a wall of death ignites,
We wanna have a party and THRASH TONIGHT.
Give us this day,
Our daily shred,
So, H.O.D. Metal lord..... Breakout!
Metal Moshing mania

METAL MOSHING MANIA
BANGIN' ON YOUR BRAINIA
CAVING IN YOUR CRANIUM
SENDING YOU INSANIA X2

Almost done, we yell for more,
One give us more Chance, for the big encore,
So get ready for one last try.....
GET.....READY.....

For the end of the song,
The end of the song,
the end of the song, and the album

(Thanks to heavensmetal for these lyrics)