In a long and lonesome alleyway, deep in south Seattle
You can listen to the negros moanin' out their carnal joys
You can think about Little Bryan, or the boy you knew the niiiight befoooore

But your thoughts will soon be wandering, the way they always do
When Bryan's wailing sixteen hours and there's nothing you can do
And you don't feel much like watching, you just wish the rape was throo-hoough

Mmm...

Say Bryan Danielson, on his knees again
Bryan Danielson, up on display
Bryan Danielson, getting concussed again
Bryan Danielson, turning gaaaaay