Thrashaholic - Gama Bomb

We bang 'til death and lay siege to the pub

With tankards and pints in the air

Straight edgers worst fears, we’re addicted to beers

Though whiskey and cider get their share

Back in the day when the beer fuelled thrash

The tempo of the metal was high but take out the cans

And euthanasia is planned a force of habit left you high and dry

We’re thrash, thrash to the core

Our love for cans we can’t ignore

Your turn to shotgun

Thrashoholic means booze for everyone

We drink our pints, then order some tins

When they kick us out of the pub

Then back at due place we’ll draw cocks on your face if you pass out on the

floor

Drinking, drinking, drinking, drinking

A testament to our kidney pains

Vomit, vomit, vomit, vomit

Sick it up, drink it again

Thrashing and drinking

Boozing and pissing

Vodka, cider, special brew

We’ve got no money