We’ve all lined ourselves up in perfect order,
with our backs against the wall,
and hands at our throats.
We’re trying to make an example of them,
by falling out in order,
and landing on our faces gracefully.
But sometimes it’s hard to look tough
on the way down.
So now we’ve grabbed a handful of dirt,
pushed it farther into the ground,
And we hope we’ll come out of this clean,
because we all know it’s hard enough
to wash off previous stains.
Let’s hope they all see us,
chanting and cheering each other on,
Maybe they will stop and take notice,
they’ll say “If only.”
By the only thing is, it’s a game.
One we have been playing since we were knee high,
one we will continue to play until
someone tells us to stop.
And when that day comes,
we’ll shake hands like true gentlemen,
and be on our way.