[Verse 1] Cheap pyro Warm beer My name spelled wrong on the flyer Third match Half seats Ring tape peeling off the wire Backstage They walk past Shake hands Stare through me like glass "Kid Your time will come" Heard that line too many times [Chorus] I'm stuck in the middle of the card Bleeding for a crowd that can't hear my heart They only cheer the golden ones Guess they don't notice all these scars Maybe I gotta go dark To get a shot at the crown Middle of the card 'til I tear this whole place down [Verse 2] He gets Three promos I get five seconds in the recap They say "Work rate" But the champ never even has to tap I train I wait Knees ache Still they hesitate What if I crack a skull On purpose just to steal the frame? [Chorus] I'm stuck in the middle of the card Bleeding for a crowd that can't hear my heart They only cheer the golden ones Guess they don't notice all these scars Maybe I gotta go dark To get a shot at the crown Middle of the card 'til I tear this whole place down [Bridge] What if I jump him in the hallway? Steel in my hand Red on the floor What if I smile for the cameras Say "You want a moment? Here's one more" They don't chant your name for honor They chant for wreckage and for blood So do I keep my soul in lockup Or let it drown here in the mud? [Chorus] I'm stuck in the middle of the card Bleeding for a crowd that can't hear my heart They only cheer the golden ones Guess they don't notice all these scars Maybe I gotta go dark To get a shot at the crown Middle of the card (till the bright boys fall, till they hear my sound) Middle of the card 'til I tear this whole place down
