M.U.Y.A. Lyrics


You’ve been waiting all week to hit the divey club

Battle cattle is on stage and your elbows you will rub

Posers standing still frowning they’re too cool

Apocalyptic thrash will take their ass to school

Every single day getting ridden by your boss

But once you get to Dante’s now it’s time to mosh

Crush a beer on your head now it’s time to go

Get your ass on stage we’ll give you a good throw

Metal up your ass

Metal up your fucking ass

Thrashing Metal sound

Banging, moshing, thrown to the ground

Back up on your feet

Sweating, yelling in the heat

Metal up your ass

The pit crew is here getting their job done

Crushing this place to the sound of guitar runs

Six five 0 five ringing in your ears

Hearing loss means you’ll remember this for years

Picking up your buddies off the dance floor

Go and thank the bands before heading out the door

Bring your spending money to the metal church

If you get an owie, rub it with some dirt

Metal up your ass

Metal up your fucking ass

Thrashing Metal sound

Banging, moshing, thrown to the ground

Back up on your feet

Sweating, yelling in the heat

Metal up your ass

Metal up your ass