Is Wrestling Fixed? (Lyrics)

The ambulance sirens rang As they wheeled her to the stand Feathered, tarred and handcuffed To a stretcher The doctor's diagnosis Was multiple sclerosis An open and shut hopeless Fucking case The wheels of justice turned 'Til the tires were bald and burned And when they all adjourned I asked myself: Am I un-H-A-P-P-Y? Does a newborn baby cry? Did Elvis really die? Then I said to myself: "Self? Is wrestling fixed?" Am I un-H-A-P-P-Y? Does a newborn baby cry? Did Elvis really die? Did Little Red Riding Hood wear a hood? Did 3 bears shit in the woods? Was Humpty Dumpty fat? Does the Pope wear a funny hat? Is wrestling fixed?