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 cuz the pigs will never win