#Foosball or Football [Intro] A vinyl laminate arena Lit by basement fluorescents Stick figures, impaled mannequins Two players, lords of men On a pitch out in the open air At twilight under floodlights Cut grass and studded cleats Two teams, fallen sons of men Two matches and two goals It’s a game of life or sudden death Real Vida verse the Fates Time to choose you this day Two ways to play the game Rules made and bounds laid Lace up and field the question Which kind of game are we in? --- [Verse 1 — Foosball] Foosmen all look center forward Determination on their painted faces Positions and teams already fated In wanton chests they feel desires Nerves of steel move them like wires Look up, upside down, spin around Their boots can’t touch the ground Moving left or right, they play a part Each little figure locked into the plot Game is tied five points to five, but It was decided long before this bout --- [Pre-Chorus] Foosball only goes when the hand says so If a lucky shot was set in motion long ago But under the bright lights, one has to ask --- [Chorus] Foosball or football? Was it he or we who tripped and fell? What kind of God designed this epic game? Foosball or football? He could, but would he win from above? Or step in and play for the love of the game? Mud and blood in the wind and the rain Or are both these games all the same? --- [Verse 2 — Football] Footballers hear the whistle howl It looked bright but a decisive foul From the start we knew the rules But we kept missing all the goals Timeout: rain delay, a fresh start Then players clumped and parked Timeout: Coach spread us all out Some freed agents took the field Timeout: Coach drew up the plays Rotating captains each had their days Time and again we gave up the turf And the Fates were killing us, a rout [Chorus] Foosball or football? What kind of God designed this epic game? Coach taught us, led us, helped our chances He let us make ten thousand choices Foosball or football? Blocked, injured, tackled, elbowed Dribble, pass, kick, hustle, and play Cleats dug in, we went our own way This is football! [Verse 3] Down and out, kick-off, second half A new substitute born for this game The Son of God and a Son of Man He called out each and every name Played like he’d written all the rules He juked the fools and rebel ghouls Rallied and lifted up the bruised Called us to leave it all on the field He crossed to poor forgotten souls And we found our footing in our roles --- [Bridge] But the crowd booed the reversal The throng cheered for the Fatal Silencing the Real Vida faithful Frenzied hooligans demand blood Ole ole, ole, death they say The fans sway and authorities delay By end of day, the referees give in The whistle blew, the fix was in A scapegoat, a harsh red card --- [Verse 4] Betrayed, He took the foul, didn’t gainsay Lights out, captain of the team sent away Three nights, two games, we were in disarray Wondering how we’d face the next day Then the tunnel opened And the boots came back on the grass And the madding crowd could not explain it He didn’t quit, invited us to the banquet He didn’t win from the heavens above us He spoke to us and won for us beside us He didn’t just spin us from a safe distance Played every minute to win it --- [Final Chorus] Foosball or football? Now we know which kind of God is there Surely He would have won either way But He’s not just the hand above the table He wore our jersey, gave it all for the rabble Foosball or football? He won by being in the game (always was) He took the red card and the blame He walked the tunnel, defeated death This game will never be the same Neither will we Neither will we --- [Outro] There’s a table in the basement With little plastic men And a pitch out in the open Where a new season began We’ve seen the star player We’re members of the team And we’ve got the Spirit within There are no byes or ties, suit up Each of us must face our Fate Life or death, choose you this day
