We thrash the streets at night We thrash the streets at day We slice the fucking throats of those That stand in our way Jump in the pit Swing your hands like a jerk If your friends just standing around Then put their ass to work Jump in the pit Punch your friends in the face Kick them 4 or 5 times for Municipal Waste! Jerk! Gork! Face! Waste! Go! Sick of this, sick of fucking bands all they do is whining What they need to do is learn to go and have a good time And what we need to do is go and thrash the fucking streets Thrash the fucking cops, Thrash the kids, thrash the fucking state So many people's lives are led with nothing to believe I wish they'd all just disappear, I wish they'd all just freaking leave Do you have your own thing you probably should? Because thrashing's my business and business is good!