Beat Downs – Baby Dayliner – letras

Flying out of the stadium is a hardball to heaven’s stairMy team beat yours 11 to 1, my dearA minor trouncing, majorly fairStrike one, strike two, strike threeI was tossed from your leagueThe fun had been you but the game was up- i had to leaveI gambled it bad and i chose the wrong sport for the teamIt should’ve been wimpierLike volleyballYour fastball was entirely desperateNever should have thrown it on the 2-0Your catcher tried to signal curveballBut he wasn’t quick enough and he was too on the down-lowThe statistics were mine,But the spirit was yours through the seasonNow,The only pleasure i get isFrom the beat downs that my city brings to yoursThe satisfaction i get isFrom the beat downs that my city brings to yoursBut, it’s only ’cause i’m superstitiousThat if my team beats yours i’ve also beaten yourResentments and all your judgments,Your memory and sweet things you promised to meLikeBaby, we’re gonna marryAnd honey-child, we’ll have a babyAnd sweetie-pie, we’re solid as a rockAnd precious, i am eternally yours