There's a gig at 5th & Main

Gonna catch the bus or take the train

We'll steal or find or borrow cash

And we'll be there ready to thrash

The band kicks in, they begin to rage

No-man's land in front of the stage

Poseurs in the bathroom still looking at their hair

Thrashers in the foreground doing what they dare

In the pit, in the pit, in the pit, in the pit

In the pit!

Thrashing and slamming like hell in the pit

Tomorrow they know may not come

Banging and moshing like they don't give a shit

To the rapid beat of the drum

A boot to your forehead, a knee in your face

Your nose and lips start to bleed

Like a wild Indian from outer space

Drunk and high on weed

Guitar seems so fucking loud

People walking on the crowd

Diving off the P. A. Stacks

Breaking ankles, necks and backs

Then the circle begins in the thrashing pit

Fist are flying, people getting hit

Tooth chippers left and right

Skinheads in another fight

Banging heads and broken jaws

Because there are no laws

In the pit!

Then you start thrashing like never before

Stagediving, headwalking like mad

Doing your thing all over the floor

The best time that you've ever had

You're hurt all over but can't feel a thing

Not until the next day

Then you wake up, stiff as a board

And the pain won't go away

Another gig at 5th and Main

We'll catch the bus or take the train

We'll steal or find or borrow cash

And we'll be there ready to thrash

In the pit, in the pit, in the pit, in the pit

In the pit!