Here Comes The Thrasher Lyrics & Chords By Stormblood

Running in the streets, so drunk and so free
Crazy ways for a dying cheer
Shaking your long and tangled hair
Banging this greasy head of hair
Wearing your tored and tight pants
Ready to drink with your friends
Those old white sneakers in the foot
Roaring the life in your crazy mood
He cannot sleep, alcohol is your creed
The beer is his fuel, and the cigarettes too
No one can change it so:
[refrão]
“here comes the thrasher! here comes the true!
Who can stop a 80's, fool?”
“here comes the thrasher! here comes the faint!
Who can stop a 80's, scatterbrain?”
Get up thrasher, its time to bang your head
Let's go get drunk, be thrash till death!
Belt of bullets hanging in the waist
A 80's (eighties) decade shoddy brave
Father says: get a fuckin' job!
I want to be free, so fuck you despot!
Mother says: get your hair cutted!
I don't care about this kind of fuck!
You drink like a crazy, why the life is so daze?
Drowing in beer, a 80's decade fuckin' cheer!
Who can change it? so:
[refrão]
“here comes the thrasher! here comes the true!
Who can stop a 80's, fool?”
“here comes the thrasher! here comes bore!
Who can stop a 80's warrior?”
You metalhead! do you think are really free?
Shut up you bastard! don't bother me!