Music flowin through my veins,
Just reach out and cause some pain.
A punch to the face and a knee to the jaw,
Heads hit heads, the weaker ones fall.
Pick em up, move em out,
Keep the pit going, don't quit now.
I wipe the blood out from my eye,
Then run back with a kamikaze cry.
Crack some heads, stomp some shins,
I can't wait til the music begins.
I'm the first one in, the last one out,
Moshing's what I'm all about.
If I don't git hurt it wasn't that good,
But Damn ya shoulda seen the other dude.