So hit the lights, it’s time to make
Your move tonight, some say it’s fake
The pyro, it burns; the music, it hits
The crowd roars, it cheers, it sneers, it spits
A long walk, the cage beckons
The match begins in a few seconds
Glory to win, heel or face
Or disappear without a trace
Chorus
Finishing move
Putting you down
Finishing move
Down for the count
Solo (McNeil)
A mat to bleed, to lose some teeth
Slammed through a table for relief
Swanton bomb off the top rope
Turnbuckle date, a way to cope
The title shot is what they want
Number one contender match to flaunt
Wade through the rumble, through the cell
Survivor series, tale to tell
Repeat chorus
Solo (Onofrychuk)
Razor’s edge, power bomb
Tombstone piledriver from the phenom
Stone cold, the stunner
Chokeslammed, may I have another?
Cobra clutch, leg drop
Oh, sweet chin music waiting to pop
Ankle lock, lion tamer
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