In Cut Throat Lane the chains were swinging Iron boots with blades on
Springs were lancing Silver dance The ghetto ballerinas tiptoed,
Blasting Rattlesnake Arena burning red black red black The gutter
Snipeser gasped beneath their melting mask's that kept on smiling Dead
Eyed Dog's Breath Choke! Rattlesnake Arena burning red black red black
The stakes were low, the winner takes a wall to lean on, scrawl his name
On for a night The story starts again