Bottom of the 9th - Screeching Weasel

You’ve gotta have love in your heart

And you’ve gotta have pain in your life

And you’ve gotta have some vision and confusion

For some peace of mind

You gotta respect what you can’t control

'Cause you’ll never even get to second base

When you’re on your ass 'cause you got brushed back

When you crowded the plate

You’ve gotta know when you’re all fucked up

When you’re running a cheap game on yourself

'Cause you’re only gonna make life miserable

For you and everyone else

If you wanna get into a zone

You’re gonna have to take risks on either side

'Cause there’s nothing worse than getting called out

Looking at the third strike

With two outs in the bottom of the ninth

You’ve gotta live your life

You’ve gotta live your life

You’ve gotta live your life

You’ve gotta live your life

You’ve gotta live your life

You’ve gotta live your life

You’ve gotta live your life

You’ve gotta live your life