Our man in the skies,
Shows up reluctantly
Intently on the phone
Are his eyes,
His physical being
Amongst us,
Surely we're not doing
It again,
He asks, with great frustration,
Has it ever
Worked for you guys?
A pause, a plan,
Our man in white
Comes up with the response,
Yo man, he says,
Your ways, they work, but they're not the best
This is where the past laid, it's where the future lays
We are free, we are honest
Our hearts are pure, our desires earnest
We are brave, we are chill
The victory will be ours,
In the air I can sense the feel,
Just you wait, just you wait
Until our plans
Have been clearly laid
You will see
What our man in Reds
Will do, how the game will be played.
The man in Red, he is afraid
He is tired, he is lame
Too much pressure, so much fame
To live up, without an acclaim,
Come on boys,
Let us chill
We are here, just for the feels
Let us not, get afraid
We aren't here to get played
Just ride it out, let it pass
Have our fun,
Until we're done.
No pressure, no angst,
No, we are not
Repeating last Saturday night.
Just a night
Out with boys
Only a drink, and it's sleepytime.
Etcetera.
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