Thrashdance - Razor

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 dragon’s 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

We’re all damn good criminals from the good times that we’ve had

Masters of the armory, the attitude will show

Long live the underground, your last chance: here it goes

Thrashdance (Into her pants)

From dawn’s light, making spite, for thrills 'til early hours

Turn 'em back, infected crack, their skin is caught and sour

Thrashdance into her pants, her oyster stings you all

All aroused her stench is doused, she’s up against the wall

Pain and pealed with staining steel, take it, feel it grind

Piercing hearse, sends the curse, the thrashing metal way

We spit on those who choose to pose, we thrash with all the rest

Busting heads, ignoring feds, we know this crowd’s the best!