CHRIS

 
 

I hear Canada is cold, but it’s friendly
And the sun feels like it’s always descending
I heard Chris grew up in the 70s 
Building muscles and doing sports 

Red leather boots, bare chest walking tall
A Half-nelson hold on the Dungeon floor
Blood and tears for the three-count fall
They never got why 

They say wrestling is fake
They say you can see the Wall of China from space
They say Superman is more than a tale
Columbus reached the shores of the States 

Like a Rocky montage, covering your fame
You got real good, smart, and yourself a name
Hits to the head, but so used to the pain
And you never slowed down 

I saw you pick up the belt, and you held it up high
By the cheer of the crowd, and under the lights
They called out your name, did you believe that lie?
Hopped up on steroids

They say wrestling is fake
They say you can see the Wall of China from space
They say Superman is more than a tale
Columbus reached the shores of the States 

They say wrestling is fake
They say you can see the Wall of China from space
They say Superman is more than a tale
Columbus reached the shores of the states 

I heard you left a bible by their bed 
That your son was unconscious at the time of his death 
That you killed them yourself 
Before tying a cord around your fucking neck 

I heard they opened your brain
And found black spots as large as your shame
All those blows to the back of your head 
I wonder how much they hurt 

I guess wrestling is fake
You can’t really see the Wall of China from space
Superman is not more than a tale
Columbus never reached the shores of the States

I hear Canada is cold, but it’s friendly