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