I quivered in the arena As thousands of people screamed at me All because I wanted to touch the ***** I guess I play a different football
Those Hartford wailers weren't there When I was on the ice Trying to play goalie to the problematic pucks All I had was my blocker And all I could do was deflect
Yet those same people Try to convict me in the tennis court of public opinion Just because I wanted to make my own racket for a change Is that really my fault? Why should I listen to these people When zero and love have the same meaning?
Am I beholden to those That wanted me to kneel in the endzone? They're the people who separated me from myself Now that I'm running back They're claiming they were my safety But there was never a decent referee Only people that wanted to see me in stripes But here's the kicker I'd forgive them all their past interference If they'd just stop challenging my plays now