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Lightning quick like a kick in the dick
Like a bolt right out of the blue
The G-force pounds with the throttle down
At the turning of the screw
Accelerating, limit breaking
Propelled by sonic boom

Burn out- send the signal from mission control

Thrash titans of yesteryear, they have failed us with their recent piss
We reject their progressive dross, call it rot that it truly is
Legions of thrashers with nothing to thrash to on the city streets

It's time to fill the thrash vacuum
It's time to thrash like it's '86

Put on your bullet belt

tuffed with hay, coming our way
Mummy cloth sewn up with silk
Cursed and possessed, shabbily dressed
Un-living effigy from the hills
To the mountain we’ll go, drink beer and smoke
Let’s have sex and act like we’re retarded
Smoothing in for a kiss, there’s something amiss
You’re a feast for the deadly departed

An unlucky dip in the bargain bin
A ghostly tape with daemons within
Written on the label was an ancient hand
Told of distant times and of worrisome lands
I played it backwards then in reverse
It told me things that were perverse

Evil voices, evil hands

Hilltop fortification,
machine-gun nest
staffles the approaching attack,
legions fleeing out,
over the mountains of the dead,
fighting in the ruins of the fortified zone.

The fortified zone,

Riding the motorway to
Whence I go Hell is the next stop
With this cargo of souls Only the
Damned are in my boot Speed metal
The floor to my foot yeah!
My iron wheels are crushing steel
The fiery engine screams doom
Nazis flee and go screaming to Hell

MOSH!

‘Coming over here and taking our jobs’ no-one really believes that shit
Exploiting indecision to spread their crap, trying to look every bit too legit to quit
But we know a brick through the window in the middle of the night is their real idea of fun
We’ll throw a fit before we submit to scum

Heil and dry

I never sleep, I walk the street
My stride is long and wide
I’m a vagabond but that’s not all
From me there’s nothing you can hide

Find a place to lock away your deepest darkest thoughts
But I’ll drag you out into the light
I turn my collar up against the waking world

The challenger from a future time
Sentenced to the past for a forgotten crime
They'll perish him for the perfect rights
Down through the years past time and space

Through the stargate, time and space collapse
... fly above the mist
Time ports them to their trash

I killed Bob Morton 'cause he made a mistake
Dick Jones! Dick Jones!
Now it's time to erase that mistake
Dick Jones! Dick Jones!
Y'see, I've got this problem; I don't like cops
And cops don't like me (Bitches leave)
Can you fly Bobby? Dick Jones! Dick Jones!
What is this shit? Dick Jones! Dick Jones!

Mysterious calligraphy of a strange and unknown place
Calibrating engines of flight
Manuscripts from history make plain the unfathomable
A strange conflagration over eastern skies
Enochian geometry reveals your darkest depths
Rushing on gossamer wings to the temple they seek out the sacred child

All these visions plague my mind

In a steel beast that lives underground
A despot, a madman, they plot
The eye of the Technodrome, the all-seeing eye
Prepares for the coming attack

Banished to Dimension X, they
Swore they would return
Rock soldiers, Mutants, kill as one

A warning to curious ignored
The hand of fate has led you to this place
When it's after dark, at midnight sharp
No priest can see what happens to thee
In the catacombs, you're all alone
They'll grab your bones and carry you before the throne

You penetrated the venerated sanctum of a secret league

Tell me I’m wrong which you can’t cos I’m not
Nothing’s all you got to lose and nothing’s all you got
If you stand up big and tall you’ll be blown to bits
The highest form of flattery, the lowest form of wit
With every sip of venom you can feel the load is growing
The diesel power engine in your gut is overflowing
The wall of sleep is shattered, you’re on the other side
Standing silent like a Terminator, eyes open wide

Run down the clock, are you ready or not?
Your mouth is in motion but all that I'm hearing is void
No time for static, the pace is frenetic
Pulling the string in your back and repeating the noise
You wanna fight, get to the back of the line
You got no class, like school in the summertime
Seeing the cracks, tension is certain to break
I gotta ask, how much more can you take?

Slip your penny in the slot, you're tall enough to ride
Screw your eyes up nice and tight and take a peek inside
You'll see the scary world that's sort of right behind the normal one
Where goblin Nazis rule the world and lava rivers run

Look into my Terrorscope, I dare you not to see
I promise you no black ring around the eye for thee
Turn the crank and bring to life just what the butcher saw

We bang 'til death and lay siege to the pub With tankards and pints in the air Straight edgers worst fears, we're addicted to beers Though wiskey and cider get their share Back in the day when the beer fuelled thrash The tempo of the metal was high but take out the cans And youthanasia is planned a force of habit left you high and dry We're thrash, thrash to the core Our love for cans we can't ignore Your turn to shotgun Thrashoholic means booze for everyone We drink our pints, then order some tins When they kick us out of the pub Then back at due place we'll draw cocks on your face if you pass out on the floor Drinking, drinking, drinking, drinking A testament to our kidney pains Vomit, vomit, vomit, vomit Sick it up, drink it again Thrashing and drinking Boozing and pissing Vodka, cider, special brew We've got no money We're thrash, thrash to the core Our love for cans we can't ignore Your turn to shotgun Thrashoholic means booze We're thrash, thrash to the core Our love for cans we can't ignore Your turn to shotgun Thrashoholic means booze for everyone

Airships wore the iron cross
That lit the dark with dread
Night raid counter-strike barrage
Brings war down on every head
Flying fortress or Doodlebugs
A day out in Dresden for all
Indiscriminate punishment
Backs against the wall

Napoleon Blownapart, 1610 -
Martin Luther, they did it again
World War Two, 1945 - tourists from the future, they did not survive Panzers at Hastings,
1066 - we fought with lasers, they fought with sticks
Nuking the Romans in 238,
Enslaving the Cavemen in times before date

Strange confusion in space and time

Preaching teaching prating braying saying every day
Mind your manners and your Ps and Qs
If you play it safe don’t be late and brush your teeth and clean your plate
But if you never let her rip then what’s the use?
Advisory parental, medical and dental
Someone tell me what we’re saving for
Tuning in and dropping out but making sure you’re all about
A mortgage and the two point four

Witch! Witch! Seize the witch!
Hang her up high on a hook
Haunted, hunted, persecuted
Cursing with your hand upon the book

Spit and curse and rip her clothes
Ensure she never lives it down
A jury of peers has found her to be evil

Drinking and dancing and female nudity
Dancing round the bonfire as they weave their witchery
Disembrained bodies coming back from the dead
Disembowelled hands take the brains from your head
Because once you look into their eyes
You'll see their faces is full of worms
A heap of guts in clever disguise
Their aim to make you zombified

It's not too late, and I know how
They're closing in on our compound
If you must, do me right
Don't wanna walk into the night

They are rending [sic] flesh from bone
The last outpost, we stand alone
A rotting heart, an empty head