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Thrasher - Paco del Stinko

I think you got it baby in the right spot
You keep on moving give it all that you got
Squirming twisting and arching going side to side
You take me honey for one hell of a ride

(Thrasher) Keep moving around
(Thrasher) You come unbound
(Thrasher) Ow! Baby outta sight
You keep on thrashing all of the night

You're like a bronco that ain't been busted
Like a jet airplane firing turbo thrusters
Try my best baby just to hang on
Gonna get it baby before the gettin' gits gone

Oo you're starting slow
Then open up the gates at the rodeo
Like you're on fire here we go
Big bam baby boomin' baby dynamo


I think you got it baby in the right spot
You keep on moving give it all that you got
You keep on arching and twisting moving side to side
You take me baby for one a hell of a ride

Thrasher - The Magnetic Letters

In the town where I was born
Lived a man who sailed to sea
And he told us of his life and how he got into some strife
On the deck of a submarine

Two bombs had punched their way into her
But miraculously didn't blow
They were wedged between both hulls
Like a bullet to the skull
How would they get them out? God only knows

And she was long hard and full of seamen
Hey that's not funny - there were close to sixty souls
Lying surfaced in unfriendly waters
She was the H.M.S. Thrasher
A tale of claustrophobia and luck
Things were looking pretty far from normal

Roberts said "I'm game if you are"
He and Gould went through the hatch
Twenty feet they had to crawl
Dragging sacks of massive balls
In complete darkness and on their backs

Meanwhile the enemy kept searching
To avenge Thrasher's martial deeds
At any time if they'd been found
Both our heroes would be drowned
As she dived into the pitch black sea

And she was long hard and full of seamen
Hey that's not funny - there were close to sixty souls
Lying surfaced in unfriendly waters
She was the H.M.S. Thrasher
A tale of claustrophobia and luck
They were nought but sitting ducks

But she was long hard and full of seamen
That's still not funny - there were close to sixty souls
Lying surfaced in unfriendly waters
She was the H.M.S. Thrasher
A tale of claustrophobia and luck
When things were looking pretty far from normal

In the town where I was born
Lived a man who sailed to sea
And he told us of his life and how he got into some strife
On the deck of a submarine

Thrasher
by WreckdoM

(Improvised Portion)

Step into my ring
It is a world of pain
Step into my ring
You will go insane
Step into my ring
Straight into the void
Step into my ring
You will be destroyed
You will be the one who's thrashed
I will tear apart your ass

(Improvised Portion)

Step into my ring
I will make a cake
Step into my ring
We'll share a grisly fate
Step into my ring
& Join me in a dance
Step into my ring
& See if you get pantsed
Step into my ring
It is a world of pain
Step into my ring
& You will go insane

Thrasher — by Gaping Maw

When the long arm of the law
restricts, restrains your wrists
we paint the truth on the walls
the corridors of the mind
you claim to use but it's fake
there is no you only youth
and you had best believe the truth
we're coming for you

You're conscience is never convenient
and you will always answer (master)
answer (master)
 
In 1984 I was a punk rocker, writing
Minor Threat in magic marker on the school lockers
Looking back you know it’s hard to understand
how much the metal heads hated punks, but they did
until along came Fred
playing Slayer, DRI, a little Motorhead
head banging until we gave ourselves whiplash
now all I want to do is thrash

We've been taking note
of the lies which you promote
the bullshit meter's hot
and you're nowhere close to broke
unlike the masses way below
well below the lines you force down
down

Your conscience is never convenient
and you will always answer (master)
answer (master)

It was the fastest shit you ever heard
I liked the music but I didn’t like the words about
dragon slayers and the devil and the death like
really? It was all a little silly
skateboards at the shows in the parking lot
I can’t imagine what my parents thought
like, hey mom, I’m still your sweet kid, and this
probably won’t last, but all I want to do is thrash

All I want to do is thrash

Your conscience is never convenient
and you will always answer

Thrasher
(J. Bennett)

The road's really long.
Just goin' and goin' an' goin'...
Can't stop now, gotta drive all through the night.

Eyes are open wide. Got mirrors on either side.
"Objects are closer than they appear."

Why did I go? Just crank the radio.
A thrasher drowns out every secone-thought.

Eyes are opened wide. Stomach's full of pride.
Years go by, it's later than you thought.

And what could go wrong? Something simple that takes so long.
Step outside, take a breath and everything stops.





When it starts up again things are always different.
An empty road, wonder where everything's gone?