Moshemian Thrashody

This is the real life
This is no counterfeit
Caught in the first row
No escape from the circlepit
Got punched in the eye
And now I can hardly see
I'm just a small dude, this is no place for me
It's the wall of death, please God no!
Let me out, let me go
Any way the weed goes, doesn't really matter to me

Mama, just hit a man
Put my fist into his back
He was blocking up my track
Mama, thought that I had won
But he held tight and pulled me down with him

Mama
Don't let them see me cry
If I don't feel my legs again tomorrow
Party on, party on, as if nothing really matters

I hate, my life sometimes
Get told to walk in line
People whining all the time
Fuck you, everybody, it's time to thrash
So open up this pit and let me in

Mama
Do you wanna fry?
I sometimes wish that all the weed was mine

I see a little silhouetto of a beer
On the bar, on the bar, will you grab it and drink it?
Heineken, Corona, Kronenbourg or Zipfer, Becks!
Ronnie Dio
It's a me, Mario, Nintendo

I have no money but I'm very thirsty
He's just a poor boy, very very thirsty
Buy him a drink or better buy him three

Santa Claus, listen yo - will you let it snow?
Escobar! No - we will not let it snow – let it snow
El Chapo! We will not let it snow - let it snow
Madrina! We will not let it snow - let it snow

Oh porco dio, lecko mio, Renault Clio, here we go
Yeah, Spongebob has some doobies put aside for me

So you think I'm a stoner that never complies
So you think that I'm worthless and hope I will die
Oh rabies – I hope that you catch rabies
Go fuck yourself, go fuck yourself with a knife

Thrasher do it better, everybody knows
Thrasher do it better, thrasher do it better, it shows

Any way the weed goes