Wrestling Swamis

Lyrics

A gutter drips and sounds like thunder on my passing brain And echos down my spine into my loins Examining the wrestling that spreads fear in the street Its two bald swamis fighting to be free Someone will pay Someone will pay Someone will pay Not me A sticky day the 7th of May Ripples rise from the street On the balls of my feet I bob without a sound While the swamis bend like a sapling on a trampoline I stick and move then try to sneak around Someone will pay Someone will pay Someone will pay Not me I'll get away from their grappling I'll get away from their war Someone will pay Someone will pay Someone will pay Not me In round 3 The swamis bleed And nobody cares Not like me Yes in round 3 The swamis bleed They're breaking the rules and the referee They bang their bald heads Its a free for all One's tied to the ropes One's takin' a fall Its anyone's guess it's anyone's brawl It goes on forever It goes to the wall Then the echo dies as the drip dries They're both lost in the heat