Down the street a snake of leather sliding off to war,

Out to fight the battle with the boys upon the boards,

Up against the disciples with their backs up to the walls,

They don't care, 'cos they can take the blast

They're just out to bust their balls!



In the arena the battle begins

They're eye to eye face to face...



They come back to feel the smack from the wire and the wood,

Pack that slap, don't take no crap from the wire and the wood.



Crushed against the barricades

And worked up to a rage

How hot it gets, and how the leather sweats,

As they reach to claw the stage



In an hour or two,

The battle will be done

No one leaving in defeat

Both sides having won

Blinded by the silence calling them back home