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 homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
