Stormblood - Here Comes The Thrasher Lyrics

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 f*ckin’ job!
I want to be free, so f*ck you despot!

Mother says: get your hair cutted!
I don’t care about this kind of f*ck!

You drink like a crazy, why the life is so daze?
Drowing in beer, a 80’s decade f*ckin’ 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!