It's all clear everyone's a cunt When they can be, should be whenever they want Lets not fret, theres always gonna be somebody Who will hate you just because they can Don't just fall, crack or even give a fuck Just concentrate on what hurts them back When they're in your sights Don't turn away make sure they're Slashed, thrashed and F.U.B.A.R Give some thought to the fact that if they mess with you You mess with them back Give no slack to the weak Pathetic dirt on the ground on which we walk No one should have the right to hurt someone for no reason Pick yourself up, its thrashin' season Slashed, thrashed, F.U.B.A.R Grind the bastards down Crush their skulls with hate Render limb from limb Grind the bastards down Don't give them reason Just give the reason to dread Its thrashin' season lets grind them down Fucking dead grind all the bastards down