Fishboy - Ex-Pitcher текст песни

In 1988
I was a baseball great
About to break
The all-time pitching record
Of the day
Most no-hitters played
I would cement my fate
As a no-no hall of famer
Sad to say
I let it slip away
Because I hate the wave
You disrespect the game
And everyone who plays
If you participate
It was the 8th of June
And on that afternoon
I pitched a perfect tune
Until the bottom 9th
After the second out
The wave came crashing down
From the pitcher’s mound
I pitched a ball into the batter’s
Arm with rage
I couldn’t concentrate
Because I hate the wave
And on this awful day
It starts to rain
The dugout empties
Of all teammates
They curse and claim
I won’t get away
I try and run
But I can’t escape
Then my arm it breaks
Bone separates
And tears of pain
Stream down my face
As I curse the wave
For the gifts it gave
On this final day
I ever play
The game
And now I’m old and gray
I’m sixty-eight
Things are going great
Because I still get paid
From my endorsement deal
Of a stainless steel toaster over
With seal of approval upon it, engraved
They gave it a name
Of which I have learned to embrace:
They call it the wave
They are calling it the wave