Lyrics:
That wont become Valentines DayYou have aimed too highNow you are going to payEnter the field and toe the markWe are up and steadyWaiting for ignition sparkAt the top of the food chainEveryone plays your gameThis is a god-damned blood-sportYou want to fight for gloryAnd you are going to die for fameThis is a god-damned blood-sportThere will be always someone strongerBut a fool who cares about the croakerFace the painThere is no way to quitYou wont get outSo grin and bear itAt the top of the food chainEveryone plays your gameThis is a god-damned blood-sportYou want to fight for gloryNow you are going to die for fameThis is a god-damned blood-sport