Bloodsport

That won’t become Valentine’s Day

You have aimed too high

Now you are going to pay

Enter the field and toe the mark

We are up and steady

Waiting for ignition spark

At the top of the food chain

Everyone plays your game

This is a god-damned blood-sport

You want to fight for glory

And you are going to die for fame

This is a god-damned blood-sport

There will be always someone stronger

But a fool who cares about the croaker

Face the pain

There is no way to quit

You won’t get out

So grin and bear it

At the top of the food chain

Everyone plays your game

This is a god-damned blood-sport

You want to fight for glory

Now you are going to die for fame

This is a god-damned blood-sport