Beat up the goalkeepers

Mud on the laces, fog inside my brain,
Yesterday's whiskey is still pumping through the veins.
This turf ain't a lawn, it’s a trap set in the clay,
And that guy in the gloves... he is standing in my way.
He thinks he’s a hero, a wall made of stone,
That he’ll catch my shot like a dog with a bone.
But today is a Saturday, and war is the game,
And pity was left at the bar, down the drain.

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Smash the keepers! Aim straight, shoot to kill!
Break all their fingers, tear the net, break their will!
Let the ball scream right above their head,
They are scared, I can see it, they wish they were dead!
Smash the keepers! While your legs still can run!
Not for the points, but to hear the bones crunch!
Leave your fear in the lockers, leave it back in the sleep,
Before the stadium silence gets buried too deep!


It ain’t sport, my son, it is anger and rage,
That we saved all week long in the factory cage.
A kick with the toe – like a bone in the throat,
I see panic in eyes of this privileged goat.
He’ll dive to the corner, he wants to save face,
Save his honor and pants in this miserable place.
But the leather projectile is flying in fast,
And we are not here to be human at last.




They always stand at the gates, don't they?
Cops... Bosses... Those who teach us how to live.
They catch our dreams like balls in flight.
But today...

Today they catch NOTHING!

Припев
Smash the keepers! Aim straight, shoot to kill!
Break all their fingers, tear the net, break their will!
Let the ball scream right above their head,
They are scared, I can see it, they wish they were dead!
Smash the keepers!
Smash 'em!
Smash 'em!