relief pitcher (leave it on the field)
from storm's coming by the garages
track by coyote wall (coyotewall.bandcamp.com)
i don’t do it for glory or women or pay i throw out of spite for the triple a i throw for the soul of the USA and i’ll throw till i’m put in the ground two outs bottom of twelve runner on second lefty from hell so send me up so sound the alarm a ball in my glove and hate in my arm grip my weapon between the seams i don’t have long left on this team never yield leave it on the field i’m playing angry let fly like a gun they don’t move a muscle ump calls ball one if this were five years ago i’d be up there in his face i grind my heel into the dirt he knows i know my place every face in the dugout a mask of death i curse them all with my dying breath never yield leave it on the field ball two ball three and my shoulder starts to crack fire down my arm vision fades to black in the dark i am a rookie all limber and strong good god above where did i go wrong wind up for my final stand hear something pop as it leaves my hand never yield leave it on the field like a sinker my heart breaks fast and low she strides to first and down i go never yield leave it on the field