Outfield - Out to Lunch lyrics

The power rips through the night

Energy you just can't fight

No escape from the fire

Tension mounts and takes you higher

Thousand there at the hour

Band plays on and grasps the power

Clench your fist and start to shake

How much onslaught can you take?

You're a GATECRASHER, sweat beads on your head

GATECRASHER, blood is what you shed

GATECRASHER, lash society

GATECRASHER, it's what you want to be

The speed builts intensity

The metal has complexity

The feel of leather, clang of chain

Ears are bleeding from the pain

The grind shatters time and space

A glow around a broken face

Enslaves your mind and very soul

Seems so bold and yet so cold

The lights they set the stage ablaze

You're left there in a metal daze

From the sound, shrapnel flies

The music never seems to die

GATECRASHER!