"Blasphemy The economy is in chaos We are living in the aftermath As a cabal of fans were caught Stealing an uncountable number of peanuts Oh, they've really done it now The blaseball gods do not seem happy with this one Blaseball may be inevitable But if these peanut cheaters don't repent Could this be the death of splortsmanship forever? Strike two" It was a beautiful day in Los Angeles When the Thieves came round to play Except for all the crows in our way As they left the bus we smiled Whilst the fans, well, they went all wild With Rat Polk laughing all the way No one burns under this clear sky Whilst it's blue no one has to die It's a simple, fun game today But it's a league game so we really need to win Each player hopes they'll hit a Grand Slam But it won't be me, I'm a loser and a total disgrace I'm just Wyatt Mason Out to bat I go and I'm swaying to and fro They know what I'm liable to do I think I've got it now, and so I hit the ball somehow I watch a triple fly away Maybe this is my brand new start Maybe I can find a place in their hearts Witness a change in me today It's still a league game and we really need the win Each player hopes they'll hit a grand slam And it might be me, I'm not a loser or a total disgrace I'm just Wyatt Mason