Best opening lyric

Lookin' at the devil
Grinnin' at his gun
Fingers start shakin'
I begin to run

 

Ha! I used to work with Tom Shipley. Dude would talk your leg off.

 

On a Greyhound thirty miles beyond Jamestown
He saw the sun set on the Tennessee line
He looked at the young man who was riding beside him
He said I'm old kind of worn out inside

I worked my whole life in the steel mills of Gary
And my father before me I helped build this land
Now I'm seventy-seven and with God as my witness
I earned every dollar that passed through my hands

 

Night wolves moan
Winter hills are black
I’m all alone
Sitting in the back
Of a long white Cadillac

 

Gloom, despair and agony on me

 

There was a Joe
Leanin' on the back door
A couple Jills with their eyes on a couple bills
Their eyes was statin'
They was waitin'
To get their hands on some
Easy money

 

I've really got to use
My imagination
To think of good reasons
To keep on keepin' on (Keep on keepin' on)

 

Down in Louisiana
Where the alligators grow so mean
There lived a girl that I swear to the world
Made the alligators look tame

 

Hoverin' by my suitcase
Tryin' to find a warm place
To spend the night

 

Somebody's shouting
Up at a mountain
Only my own words return
Nobody's out there
It's a deception
When will I ever learn?

 

Striking down the enemy
Fighting hand to hand
Troops are thrusting onwards
Time to take command

Ready to devour
On the attack
Bodies lie dismembered
Maimed, killed, and hacked

Draw fast, cut first
Live hard, die hard
Feel the point of the blaaaaaaaade

the lyrics alone epitomize thrash