Oh darkness makes them cringe — perhaps caught
Respectable — impeccable — not taught
The key losers
Not to trust in instinct — blame them
No wait! don’t tame them
They will let you down every time, the key losers
In the clutch — twice as much
In the long run — final gun
Down the stretch we couldn’t catch
The part-time players — the scrubs
Consistently choking, the roach coach is smoking
