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Anthrax
Anthrax


Background information
Origin New York City, New York, United States
Genre(s) Heavy Metal
Thrash Metal
Speed Metal
Years active 1981—present
Label(s) Universal
Island Records
Sanctuary Records
Elektra Records
Megaforce
Associated acts Helmet
Stormtroopers of Death
Nuclear Assault
Damnocracy
Brutal Truth
Armored Saint
Fates Warning
Public Enemy
The Damned Things
Website Website
Members
Frank Bello
Scott Ian
Charlie Benante
Rob Caggiano
Joey Belladonna



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Anthrax Album


Fistful Of Metal (1984)
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Across The River
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(Anthrax)

Riding hard, high in the saddle
Winged steed of unwearing flight
Sweeping through air just like fire
Swift of the foot, great of might

Hear the screams (Ow!)
Feel the bite
We ride with death
Tonight

Here it comes
You better hide
Shoot the guns
You're gonna die

Conquering all, spreading terror
Hoofs gallop in thunderous pound
Devouring the souls of the wretched
Trampling them down to the ground

Gripping the reins of destruction
Made of steel on his hands
Holder of forces immortal
Slaughtering all in his path


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Racing down the road
In a street machine of steel
Gears are jammed in full
I'm the madman at the wheel

Got my foot pinned to the floor
You can feel the engine roar
I got thunder in my hands
I'm metal thrashing mad, yeah
Metal thrashing mad, yeah

Driving like a maniac
Can't go any faster
Burning up the road
Headed for disaster

Got my foot pinned to the floor
You can feel the engine roar
Got thunder in my hands
I'm metal thrashing mad


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(Bruce, Cooper, Dunaway, Smith, Buxton)

Lines form on my face and hands
Lines form from the ups and downs
I'm in the middle without any plans
I'm a boy and I'm a man

I'm eighteen and I don't know what I want
Eighteen, I just don't know what I want
Eighteen, I got to get away
I got to get out of this place
I'll go runnin' in outer space, woh yeah!

I've got a baby's brain and an old man's heart
Took eighteen years to get this far
Don't always know what I'm talking about
Feels like I'm living in the middle of doubt

'Cause I'm eighteen, I get confused ev'ry day
Eighteen, I just don't know what to say
Eighteen, I've got to get away

Lines form on my face and my hands
Lines form from the left and right
I'm in the middle, the middle of life
I'm a boy and I'm a man

I'm eighteen and I like it
Yes I like it
Woh, I like it, love it, like it, love it
Eighteen, eighteen, eighteen, eighteen, woh!

And I like it
I'm eighteen
And I like it
I'm eighteen
Yes, I like it
I'm eighteen
Woh, I like it
I'm eighteen
And I like it
I'm eighteen
Woh, I like it,
Love it, like it,
Love it, like it,
Love it, like it
I like it
I like it
I like it


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(Lilker, Rosenfeld, Turbin)

Move it to the front
Reaching for the light
Loosing all control
Using all your might
Wheels are gonna spin
Asses gonna shake
We are gonna kick
Walls are gonna break

The road is hard
The fight is tough
Gonna play it fast
She likes it rough
With my strength
With all my soul
Makin' love
I'm losing control

Guts begin to churn
Minds are in haze
Hell is gonna burn
Axes in a blaze
Go in for the kill
Always on the run
Fighting for you life
The battles never won

Move it to the front
Reaching for the light
Loosing all control
Using all your might
Wheels are gonna spin
Asses gonna shake
We are gonna kick
Walls are gonna break

Backs are turned
Rock and roll
To the wall
I'm losing my mind
Yeah!
Hey, hey!


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(Anthrax)

Out in the streets
We're fighting tonight
We're dirty and mean
So run for you lives

We stand side by side
With our fists in the air
We live for the night
On the razor's edge

Unleashing the sound
Lashing out, striking down
All those who stand in the way

Taking their lives
Crushing them just like flies
The cries of the wounded in pain

Fighting the fight as we race through the night
With power like never before

Hammering, bashing them,
pounding and smashing them
Hard so we won't take a fall

Like a raging inferno
We'll torture and burn (you)
Up in a sea of flame

We'll beat you and whip you
Of honor, we'll strip you
Down on your knees and beg

We're fighting it out till the end
We're living our lives for the sins

Fighting the fight
As we race through the night
With power like never before

Hammering, bashing them
Pounding and smashing them
Hard so we won't take a fall


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(Lilker, Rosenfeld, Turbin)

We are fighting for your lives
Oooh, we are the soldiers in the line of fire
Down in the trenches we wait for the night
The time is approaching
We're ready to strike

We'll stop at nothing
There's no holding back
Born to raise hell
We will attack

Pounding away
Tearing through flesh
Soldiers of metal
Fight to the death

Blasting the cannons
Shaking the ground
Hacking and killing
We're not fooling around

Warriors in battle
All dressed in black
A slash and a thrust
A stab in the back

The rages of fury
The cause of the fight
We're soldiers of metal
And we rule the night
Yeah


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(Lilker, Rosenfeld, Spitz)

Like the screaming eagle
I'm on the run
I blaze through the sky
I kill for the fun

No reason, no warning
Nor shadow be found
Got you in my sights
And I'll shoot you down

Jet fighter, jet fighter
Turbo jet engines ignite
Jet fighter, jet fighter
Death will filling the sky
Jet fighter, jet fighter
An airborne assault and attack
Jet fighter, jet fighter
A cold blooded stab in the back

Vengeance is calling on you
And there's nothing that you can do
Brings you the thing you deserve
Death from above!


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(Lilker, Rosenfeld, Turbin)

Steel shattered in the night
Soldiers racing to the fight
Bombs waiting to explode
Fear is cast up on your soul
Wooh!

It's just around the corner
For those who dare to see
With eyes of fire
The burn right through me

Blood painted on the streets
Metal cutting into meat
You can see it in my eyes
Pain that never will subside

And you can feel the power
On evil it will feed
The force that surrounds me
It brings me to my knees

We better run for cover
There's no time to waste
'Cause if you turn your back now
It'll blow you away, yeah!


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Across The River

[No lyrics]

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(Lilker, Rosenfeld, Turbin)

Abandon all hope
for those who enter
Cause there ain't too much
of that down here
A clouded mist
in a darkened tunnel
And twisted screams
are growing near

Now you're down here,
you're gonna all stay
Cause the howling furies
wanna come out and play
You're headed for doom,
you'd better prepare
Cause in this part of the
woods almost anything's fair, yeah

You lied and cheated in
your miserable life
You met your end
with a butcher knife
We laughed when you died,
you sit in your grave
Just waiting to turn
into satan's slave


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