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