I can't tell the difference The soap box or the stage It's just like the process When wrestling became fake Genuine believers Are shunted and sheltered Who will be remembered? When they fall and they die by submission We sing the songs The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers My hope is gone It's gone, it's gone Believing in something Can sometimes mean nothing Conviction can be tamed Why do you feel ashamed? Diluted and dumbed down The edit, the voice sound My TV, no volume I can't hear, I just see the lips moving We sing the songs (The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers) My hope is gone (It's gone, it's gone on dead wrestlers) We sing the songs (The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers) I don't belong (In songs, in songs of dead wrestlers) Dead wrestlers Dead wrestlers Dead wrestlers We work hard We live hard We work hard We live hard We sing the songs (The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers) My hope is gone (It's gone, it's gone on dead wrestlers) We sing the songs (The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers) I don't belong (In songs, in songs of dead wrestlers) We sing the songs (Your politics are pantomime) (The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers) My hope is gone (Your punches miss me every time) (It's gone, it's gone on dead wrestlers) We sing the songs (Maybe I'll see you on the other side) (The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers) When we have nowhere left to hide