Текст песни The Curve - K.O.

In those late… and lonely hours
When love… isn't with me
I slip back… into a dream of my life
Otherwise known… as a history
I grew up… without a clue
I was christened… in red, white and blue
My fastball was wicked and true
And every night I'd step on the mound in the diamond of my head
And bury sliders in the dirt…
As I lay upon my bed…
But I never got the call
To take that four seamed ball
And face the greatest of them all…
I shattered my arm in the minor leagues
And my fist on the locker room wall
And the voices sing…
That's the way it goes
Why it goes who knows?
If you're born a pitcher throw
Until your fastball slows
But know this goin' in
If you play you'd better win
Cause there's nothin' worse than a broken jock
Without his reputation
So when the towers came… crashin' down
I was lost and suddenly found…
And joined my brothers bound…
For a world beyond so far away
For an ancient burial ground
And when we threw ourselves from the plane
Fell like shadows in the pouring rain…
Two parts Able, one part Cain
All I could remember thinking was how fast u can fall
When you are loaded with so much rage. and so much pain
And the voices sing…
That's the way it goes
Why it goes who knows?
If you're born a pitcher throw
Until your fastball slows
But know this goin' in
If you play you'd better win
Cause there's nothin' worse than a broken jock
Without his reputation
Well I didn't have time to get funky
I didn't have time to get strong
Just enough time to get in line
And rumble into the dust with bullets blazing
From the other side of wrong
But too late, hah, too hot
I never fired a single shot…
I just spun around and stopped
And I caught my fate without a fight
I was so easily dropped
And the voices sing…
That's the way it goes
Why it goes who knows?
If you're born a pitcher throw
Until your fastball slows
But know this, goin' in
If you play you'd better win
Cause there's nothin' worse than a broken jock
Without his reputation
The next half year was a dope dream
Hurricane purples and fire greens
They whirled within and out me
I was ripped at the seams
So I hung on to that comet tail
And without my mouth, without myself, I screamed
Now I'm sittin' somewhere in a wheelchair
With my body sheared and a cold can of beer
Tryin' to put it all down
Tryin' to make it all clear
Thinkin' of ways of making a woman go now
Without my stick and gears
So when I heard it on the news
I just sat up in silence
The reasons we fought…
Were vanishing in the violence
The ones I believed in were now on TV
Smiling for the camera in an echoing chamber of sur…
Reality
And don't you know, I've thought sometimes
Of shovin' it in my mouth
And blowin' my mind
Especially around midnight toilet time
But there's a power on the other end of this degradation
That I never thought was mine
No I never thought was mine…
No I never thought was mine
And the voices sing…
That's the way it goes
Why it goes who knows?
If you're born a pitcher throw
Until your fastball slows
But know this, goin' in
If you play you'd better win
Cause there's nothin' worse than a broken jock
Without his reputation