A hall where weirdos sometimes wrestle
a fitting place for us freaks to nestle
before the pigs, before the fence
how many changes ever since
more or less punk, who's to say
who really gives a shit anyway
a wall goes up, the clothes they change
but the bloody pictures still remain
a one way ticket to the slammos
over the ring and throuh the ropes

the wall be both good and bad
climb over the top to prove you're a man
so the cooppers said it had to go
another memoryt for those that know
goodbye old place to sing and sin
but dont' you worry 'cause the pigs will never win