Hash

We put on old t-shirts and worn-out jeans
We don't wear expensive outfits
We're not particular in limousines and posh clubs
We hang about in pubs
We drink beer, smoke grass, have no stress

We raze it here to the ground by playing hard the instruments We rush out in to the stage like it is the last time
If you survive this you won't forget it even when you die
Rolling like Hurricane