The Closer

I sit on my ass and watch the game like everybody else.
And when it’s on the line, that’s when they take 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 with an even shorter fuse.
Everything to gain and nothing 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 5 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 3!
My work was done again.
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.
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.