The Game

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