Come on down, gather round
To the fuckin' basement now!
Grab some beers, lose your fears
In a circle - run around
Mosh it up, moshing down
Mosh until you hit the ground
Getting hurt, lose your shirt and
MOSH WITH YOUR TITTIES OUT!
Cracking cold ones with the boys
The band is cranking golden noise
Another band another set
Mosh until you're fucking dead
Beers are gone and now you're wasted
Can't escape this fuckin' basement
There's only one thing left to do
MOSH WITH YOUR TITTIES OUT!
Come on down, gather round
To the fuckin' basement now!
Grab some beers, lose your fears
In a circle - run around
Mosh it up, moshing down
Mosh until you hit the ground
Getting hurt, lose your shirt and
MOSH WITH YOUR TITTIES OUT!
supported by 4 fans who also own “Mosh With Your Titties Out”
I swear to God. It's like stepping through the fn Narnia closet with each album. Yet somehow, again, I was not prepared for the absolute spirit quest this took me on.
10/10, will be spinning on my table for years to come. Magnus Blackwood