For The Love Of The Game

I want you to plant your feet

I wanted you to stand still, but you wanna walk

I 'll tell you what, I'm a nice guy, I'ma let you walk

You pick the tune and I'll pick the bands

And when I got his mind

When I changed his want too

I didn't have to fight with his body

Buckle up

Put your money where your mouth is

Get your weight up

This is one vs a thousand

Buckle up

Put your money where your mouth is

No more talking

Are you real? Are you about it?

Are you ready to die?

Are you ready to die?

Are you ready to

Die

It can be such a chore for me to think all the time

I thought it best not to think about anything

So I focused

Looking for an out

All hail the mediocre and complacent

No risk

All doubt

Consume, exist as a basic

Let it burn

Mounds of ash laid waste on the pavement

A strike of the match

A sign of hatred

Buckle up

Put your money where your mouth is

Get your weight up

This is one vs a thousand

Buckle up

Put your money where your mouth is

No more talking

Are you real? Are you about it?

Are you ready to die?

Are you ready to die?

Are you ready to die?

Baptized by flame and the burning sting

I found my place

In the new world heat