The pitcher threw pitch black innings
Staring at home plate
The season ticket holder man
Sees everything he did
Quiet aspirations rumors of a curse
The twilight singers seventh inning stretchers for the hearse, so...
Preachers on every corner preach their team is hard to beat
The vendors the cold beer, cocaine on a stick
Go on take your moment tell me I'm not much better dear
I'll take the street-lights,
The city life over your lake house in the hills, so...
We get high
So high
We get high
So high
The pitcher threw pitch-black innings
The team lost the game
The season ticket holders blame everything on him
Quiet aspirations, secrets, guilt from the curse
The twilight sings the seventh inning stretch from a hearse.
We get high
So high
We get high
So high