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