Thrashed Vol.1

Our School

We don’t care about your fuckin’ old school
Leave us alone with all your freakin’ new school
We’re not slaves to any of your fucking schools
We do it our way – we do it our school

Tiny little drop of sperm in your mummy’s cup
That’s what you were when the real Thrash came up
Hardly pubes on shriveled balls on your way to bash
Everyone not in your gang with your self-made bible of Thrash

Preach your sermon slowly
I’ll try to listen, really

I bang my head to the old school
No matter what you say
I drink my beers with the new school
Respect in any way
We’re just hear to kick some ass
Never mind your brainless mass

We don’t care about what you say we do it different any way – Our School
I don’t hear the fuck you say, I do it my own fucking way – Our School

What qualifies you preaching fuckin’ old school
Too crackbrained even for the new school
You’re just a slave to any trend of fucking schools
We stay our way – keeping it our school

Telling me what’s blasphemy every time you can
Unhappily there’s missing a paper and a pen
To write them down, sacred words, silly little boy
No tells how to be true except the real McCoy

Please be my messiah
I couldn’t reach much higher

I bang my head to the old school
No matter what you say
I drink my beers with the new school
Respect in any way
We’re just hear to kick some ass
Never mind your brainless mass

We don’t care about what you say we do it different any way – Our School
I don’t hear the fuck you say, I do it my own fucking way – Our School

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