We thrash the streets at night
We thrash the streets at day
We slice the fucking throats of those
That stand in our way

Jump in the pit
Swing your hands like a jerk
If your friends just standing around
Then put their ass to work
Jump in the pit
Punch your friends in the face
Kick them 4 or 5 times for Municipal Waste!

Jerk! Gork! Face! Waste! Go!

Sick of this, sick of fucking bands all they do is whining
What they need to do is learn to go and have a good time
And what we need to do is go and thrash the fucking streets
Thrash the fucking cops
Thrash the kids, thrash the fucking state

So many people's lives are led with nothing to believe
I wish they'd all just disappear
I wish they'd all just freaking leave

Do you have your own thing you probably should?
Because thrashing's my business and business is good!