Cassette Player

Take this tape and a step into the past
When hair was long and the solos lightning fast
Metal thrashing mad, extreme aggression in the pit
Turn the Walkman up loud, feel the heat
This is raw and real, the sound smashing like a truck
Not that modern metal shit where all the tracks suck
Guys in denim jackets getting whiplash on the stage
Headbanging mechanix of a golden age
As days go by, you're mesmerised, glued to your screens
Real life is speeding past, too easy to miss
Music is now background noise
Easy access, endless choice
There's no value, tap it and forget
It's time to change this shit
Taking you back to the roots of metal
The cassette player is spinning tape
Pure thrash energy flowing through you
Headbang like it's the 80's again
No backing tracks and performing laptops
The cassette player is spinning tape
Metal militia will show no mercy
Kick out fake metal bands that are lame
They say they have a modern metal sound
But it's always some mellow pop shit
Sweet songs, sweet boys and girls with guitars
We sink your Vessels and take you with us
Back to when music had value
Can't stop alcomoshing when it's on
Take a ride, dump the latest trash
Here's Beerdevil's old school thrash
Taking you back to the roots of metal
The cassette player is spinning tape
Pure thrash energy flowing through you
Headbang like it's the 80's again
No backing tracks and performing laptops
The cassette player is spinning tape
Metal militia will show no mercy
Kick out fake metal bands that are lame
Zero percent artificial
Unlike the bands we bash
On a quest to make music great again
Beerdevil's old school thrash