Pendleton elbows stick in my craw,
Old Doc Marten made me say, "Aww,"
Deck your best partner, lasses or lads,
Don't you feel lucky in you knee pads'

On the moshing floor, (what, whatever, whatever)
On the moshing floor, (what, whatever, whatever)
Whatever stage, whatever floor,
Hangtime, hangtime, (what, whatever, whatever)
And it's 1, 2, 3, 4, what are we diving for'
No guru, no mother, no method, no smile,
Nice style, bad form, is the body still warm'
I wanna see you blink.

Shrinks in lab coats huddle in the back,
"Whatcha blaming me for' - I'm just the soundtrack,"
All you baby boomers feigning dismay,
You hired the nanny, you faked her resume.

On the moshing floor, (what, whatever, whatever)
On the moshing floor, (what, whatever, whatever)
Whatever stage, whatever floor,
Hangtime, hangtime, (what, whatever, whatever)
And it's 1, 2, 3, 4, what are we diving for'
No guru, no mother, no method, no smile,
Nice style, bad form, is the body still warm'
I wanna do that crawl.

Malls and religion build the new forts,
Jesus is a franchise in the food courts,
Who needs commitment'
Gargle and spit, just like the home team in the moshing pit.

Whatever stage, whatever floor,
Hangtime, hangtime,
And it's 1, 2, 3, 4, what are we diving for'
On the moshing floor, (what, whatever, whatever)
On the moshing floor, (what, whatever, whatever)
No guru, no mother, (what, whatever, whatever)
No mother, no method, nice style, nice smile, bad form,
Is the body still warm' (what, whatever, whatever, what, whatever, whatever)
Whatever stage, whatever floor,
Hangtime, hangtime, (what, whatever, whatever)
And it's 1, 2, 3, 4, what are we diving for'
On the moshing floor, (what, whatever, whatever)
On the moshing floor, (what, whatever, whatever)
No guru, no mother, no mother, no method,
No method, nice style, nice smile, bad form,
On the moshing floor, (whatever, whatever)
On the moshing floor, (whatever, whatever)
No guru, no mother, no method, no style, (whatever, whatever)
Nice smile, bad form, everybody's still bored.