Have a seat my friend, and let me regale you
Of a game that I once had to play
It was at the surface pristine
But deep below quite unseemly
And that's just the start of what I wanna say
And so if you ever meet a man who says
"That there's just no I in team
But there's meat, you see
You'll find it's rather like you and me"
Well, that game's really not what it seems
So step on up to the plate, young man
And see if their hand throws true
For you've got debt to pay, and you're here to stay
And you've got nothing else to lose
And as you write your name down on the page
You'll have sold your soul to play
But are you better than any of them
When it comes down to the end of the day?
(Play ball)
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Well, god isn't in our outfields
But this ain't a place of sin
If your name's up on the roster well, you'd better not foster
Or harbor any guilt or regrets within
Now, you don't gotta run to catch up
And you don't have to hide your eyes
It's a brand new day, you've seen how we play
But have you even seen through their lies?
For he's found a way to trick us all
Before you know it the ball's been passed
There's black holes and birds
And nothing's yet been heard
From those players out in the grass
Now, we had ourselves an agreement, boy!
You said you'd play for me!
You can't change your mind or you'll be left behind
And this new life ain't free!
Now, step on up to the plate, young man
And see if their hand throws true
You've got debt to pay, and you're here to stay
And you've got nothing else to lose
So when you write your name down on the page
And you've sold your soul to play
Are you better than any of them
When it comes to the end of the day?
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Now this old soul's got a pocket of peanuts
'Cause to them, somebody said
They're worth so much more in your hands
Than as something on which you've fed
So make your wager boy and see
What way the dice will roll
Will you win or will you lose?
It doesn't matter to me 'cause
Either way, it's gonna take its toll
Well your friends got shelled, now you're in hell
Or did you just make it to the hall?
Well those wounds aren't healing, and your heart's stopped beating
Don't you know it's winner takes all?
So welcome to the abattoir!
We've got meat all around the room
We've got steaks and shanks
And you owe us thanks, so you'd better figure that all out soon!
So step on up to the plate, young man
And see if their hand throws true
You've got debt to pay, and you're here to stay
And you've got something still to prove!
And when you write your name down on the page
You've sold your soul to play
Were you better than any of them
When it came down to the end?
So, step on up to the plate, young man
And see if their hand throws true
You've got debt to pay, and you're here to stay
And you've found something else to lose!
So when you write your name down on the page
You'll've sold your soul to play, and
You're no better than the rest of them
When it came to the end of the day!