In the room, going over plays Overtime again, make ‘em pay Battling till the end, we’ll find a way Coach’s orders, we’ll obey Needles in my legs, I can barely stand I can barely walk, shaking hands Musclin shock, demandin’ lots I spot someone stands In this warland, at the dot Sticking to the game plan Ticking down, is the clock Hear it in every thought I only get one shot That puck is mine, a suspenseful wait It’s my fate, no wait!.. Too bad!.. Too late!.. That’s mate, I need to skate My teammate knows, I made a mistake Imagining zip!.. Tip… ding! The crowd cheering The Birds tearing, emotions mixing The adrenaline kicks in I finally locked in Suddenly I hit the breaks It’s too late, I get hit Carry all that extra weight What the frick, I hear tick My stick, I panic, it’s broken! I go volcanic He is going down, just like the titanic when it hit, the bottom of the Atlantic
