Hair slick with sweat, gel,
Charged with polyester, fear.
The set time draws near.
It’s time to run to hell.

Rusty sharp, a metal bar
Swell the air with your roar
Feel the scars from fights before
Front line lover, the gang’s star.

Mouth wet, taste blood
You’re heaving, in the thick
Better than your last sexual kick,
Never known it this good.

Embrace the anger, mask the pain.
Run harder with the crew.
The best family, all love you.
Support your team. Do it all again.


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