| Pull out your pass and drive
|
| Unmarried spieltiers don’t have eyes. |
| We put them under root
|
| We threw them on the basic soil, and the rocks they’re going to make…
|
| Our quarterbacks can’t move those chains. |
| GO SEAHAWKS
|
| Our quarterbacks can’t move those chains. |
| Go brains
|
| Ten stoplights burning out
|
| Ten stoplights sending shrapnel down in a cloud of mercury
|
| All halogens fall on the street
|
| And make a mess our dogs play in
|
| And give strength to children years from now
|
| It makes them iron on their claws
|
| That they will come to know about. |
| Go langoliers…
|
| That they will come to know about. |
| Go mind. |
| Go ears
|
| And they will become pinlighters and smash our space
|
| And they will become pinlighters and know
|
| While I attend FAMU
|
| I’m wondering why I’m not you
|
| And why that light wasn’t blue
|
| And why there’s no such thing as blue stoplights
|
| And I’m honoring your food
|
| And wandering to pass the time. |
| GO PANTHERS
|
| Young gladiators without guns: GO LIONS
|
| On solar stadiums in the sun: GO JAGUARS
|
| Give strength, go-captain
|
| Make sure that you win |