At the gate the thrashers wait, with flesh of hardened steel At the show the bitches go to such their nasty meal Pounding meat, scorching heat, lick the dragons bite Eat your tail, with tooth and nail, their juices flowing right Nocturnal curves, seduce and serve, spread the grease and feast We thrust in time, a filthy crime for craving lucid beasts Innocence has disappeared, the judgement bad is bad Were all damn good criminals from the good times that weve had Masters of the armory, the attitude will show Long live the underground, your last chance here it goes Trashdance Into her pants From dawns light, making spite, for thrills til early hours Turn em back, infected crack, their skin is caught and sour Trashdance into her pants, her oyster stings you all All aroused her stench is doused, shes up against the wall Pain and pealed with staining steel, take it, feel it grind Piercing hearse, sends the curse, the trashing metal way We spit on those who choose to pose, we trash with all the rest Busting heads, ignoring feds, we know this crowds the best! Mike Campagnolo Bass Dave Carlo Guitars Mike Embro MBro Drums Stace Sheepdog McLaren Vocals Recorded at Phase One Studios, Toronto, Canada, July 1985 Produced by Walter Sarge Zwol TYPER OF THIS TEXT Anatoly Hooker hooker75yahoo.com
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