Five minutes on the clock, I never thought it'd be so intense
Not over till we stop, no surrender if there's a moment left
Hold your breath, clench your fist, line it up and push it in
Nice shot!
Nice shot!
Nice shot!
Nice shot!
We don't play overtime, crush it fast on our first run
Push across the line, and don't let up until the timers done
Hold your breath, clench your fist, get ready, don't let it in
What a save!
What a save!
What a save!
What a save!

I never thought that when I pulled up on the grass that day
That this field would consume me totally in every way
All that's left are waking dreams of dominating rocket leagues
And me? A humble paladin who seeks to soar above the meek
So when I started with no training they told me I'd be quick to learn
And a master will repeat until they know the moves, so slick to turn
Whip and burn and fly so deft; demo till there is no one left
Drive it to the other side, take the shot, and hold your breath

If you miss that's okay, it's all about opportunity
You will see that two can be the key to truly outdo a team
Respect random opponents for you do not know their plight
Though you will still destroy them swiftly before the end of the night
You may have made mistakes, may have missed 'em on the ground
Their aerials get played so much they might be System of a Down
And when you're pissed I hear the sound when the fists begin to pound
Keep it together, grow your feathers. I insist, play another round

You will take off.
You will rise again.
You will be so much better off than you were back then
Pool shots, hat tricks, reversals as well as epic saves
By ball or puck or mutator I swear that you'll be all the rage
You really don't see it, do you?
The promise in this little cage.
Why are we really here? Do you even know what's at stake?
Humiliation's a cruel penalty and glory's immortality
But your scope is far too centralized if that is all you see

Five minutes on the clock, I never thought it'd be so intense
Not over till we stop, don't give up if there's even a second left
Hold your breath, clench your fist, line it up and push it in
Nice shot!
Nice shot!
Nice shot!
Nice shot!
We don't play overtime, crush it fast on our first run
Push across the line, and don't let up until the timers done
Hold your breath, clench your fist, get ready, don't let it in
What a save!
What a save!
What a save!
What a save!

I may have said too much, go on now, be on your way
I was once a rookie like you who just wanted to play
Then there was more to prove so I fine-tuned every move
Until the game became to real and I swore I would never lose
So should we meet again, you'll know by the star atop my antenna
I'd hate to have to fight you but therein lies the dilemma
Do we spin our wheels for nothing or do we strive to be the best?
If your drive comes from your heart you will not falter like the rest