Rattlesnake Arena - The Legendary Pink Dots

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.