[Verse 1] Ryan Silverfield, you outta your lane Same old script, same old pain Fourth and one, you fold that play Whole sideline looks like a bad day Tim Cramsy in the box, calling dust Screen to nowhere, then you trust Three drives dead and the crowd gets cold That play sheet lookin' worn and old Hunter Yurachek, you let it ride Too much talk, not enough spine Broke down team and the seat still warm Whole program caught in the same storm [Pre-Chorus] You keep missin' the mark Keep sleepwalkin' through the dark Same excuse, same face Same ol' mess in the same ol' place [Chorus] They are cooked Say it plain, y'all Bad at your jobs Bad at your jobs Bad at your jobs Whole damn town knows Bad at your jobs [Verse 2] You got talent on the sideline, wasted away Running the ball like you're scared to stay Game after game, it's a busted plan Too much ego, not enough hands Coach on coach and the chain gets loose AD in the room but the checks no use Fans in the stands, and they see the fraud Every decision just gets so flawed I don't need rumors, I just watch the tape Every big moment ends in escape If you want respect, then earn that nod Right now the truth is, you're bad at your jobs [Pre-Chorus] You keep missin' the mark Keep sleepwalkin' through the dark Same excuse, same face Same ol' mess in the same ol' place [Chorus] Bad at your jobs Bad at your jobs Say it plain, y'all Bad at your jobs Bad at your jobs Bad at your jobs Whole damn town knows Bad at your jobs [Bridge] No more spin, no more excuse No more wait when the clock gets loose If you built this mess, own that scar 'Cause everybody sees who you are [Final Chorus] Bad at your jobs Bad at your jobs Say it plain, y'all Bad at your jobs Bad at your jobs Bad at your jobs Whole damn town knows Bad at your jobs
