The Closer Songtext
von The Baseball Project

I sit on my ass and watch the game like everybody else
And when it′s on the line, that's when they pull me down from the shelf
You think this kind of pressure is easy, you′re just kidding yourself
All my heroes had colorful names and a bad attitude
Short-lived fame and an even shorter fuse
Everything to gain and plenty to lose

If you're only in it for a little while, you'd better make it count
If you can′t stand the heat, you′re gonna have to get out


I'd pitched five days straight, they didn′t want to bring me in
My arm was hamburger meat, they didn't want to bring me in
Bases loaded, nobody out, they had to bring me in
Some hot-shot rookie, they didn′t want to bring me in
Switch-hitting batting champ, they didn't want to bring me in
MVP, strike three, my work was done again

If you want to hate my guts, that′s all right by me
If you think you've got my number, that's all right by me
But you′re gonna have to stand in against me, and then we′ll see