The game starts out when you throw the ball
And everybody’s ready to play
The ball comes down and hits the ground
Someone catches it and runs away

The game begins while it chips the skin
One’s behind his back

Can I get away?
I am running

The adrenaline throws from his head to toes
Running like a man in pain

Maybe he scores, like I did before
When someones breathing down his neck
I know he could, and I believe you should
Don’t make a better mistake

One, two
One, two, three, four

Smear, the queer