Lyrics to Flyover Halftime
He copped the tickets from a scalper
We paid a little premium but we figured it was justified
We got up to the parking lot a couple hours early
To check up on the enemy and make sure we were fortified
Everybody's talking about the matchup in the trenches
The clash of the defenses. Someone's got to make a stop.
We were drinking from a cooler in the hatchback of a Honda
He had borrowed from his brother cause his truck was in the shop
By the time we stumbled up to our seats
Half of us barely could see
I was foaming at the mouth and fading in and out
For the national anthem
Cause you're gonna go rabid
If you keep getting bit by the rat race
You'll be fighting and sniping
At the factions within the same fanbase
We all overdo the salute
When the hornets hit the flyover halftime
But his eyes get so wild and I could tell by his smile
He was plotting a stunt for the timeline
He's never been so good at modern mathematics
But subtraction just comes really naturally
Because most of his life they've been taking things away from him
And saying they'll come back to us eventually
But now it feels like this town's
Near the end of the whole sordid affair
And it's hard to explain
With no emoji indicating despair
Just before half with like ten seconds left
The ref made a terrible call
My man flew down the stairs and jumped over the rail
Shook off the security and picked up the ball
And now he's running
We've got a fan on the field
We're gonna cut to commercial
We've got a fan on the field
Don't want to give him attention
Let's not make him a legend
For eluding defenders
And high stepping
Right towards the end zone
So we held up our phones and
Tried to capture the moment
Felt like we finally won one at home
Then a hush from the crowd
As the clubs took him down
Just as the was crossing the goal line
So we conceded defeat and
Started ripping up the seats
And flipping off the flyover halftime
We paid a little premium but we figured it was justified
We got up to the parking lot a couple hours early
To check up on the enemy and make sure we were fortified
Everybody's talking about the matchup in the trenches
The clash of the defenses. Someone's got to make a stop.
We were drinking from a cooler in the hatchback of a Honda
He had borrowed from his brother cause his truck was in the shop
By the time we stumbled up to our seats
Half of us barely could see
I was foaming at the mouth and fading in and out
For the national anthem
Cause you're gonna go rabid
If you keep getting bit by the rat race
You'll be fighting and sniping
At the factions within the same fanbase
We all overdo the salute
When the hornets hit the flyover halftime
But his eyes get so wild and I could tell by his smile
He was plotting a stunt for the timeline
He's never been so good at modern mathematics
But subtraction just comes really naturally
Because most of his life they've been taking things away from him
And saying they'll come back to us eventually
But now it feels like this town's
Near the end of the whole sordid affair
And it's hard to explain
With no emoji indicating despair
Just before half with like ten seconds left
The ref made a terrible call
My man flew down the stairs and jumped over the rail
Shook off the security and picked up the ball
And now he's running
We've got a fan on the field
We're gonna cut to commercial
We've got a fan on the field
Don't want to give him attention
Let's not make him a legend
For eluding defenders
And high stepping
Right towards the end zone
So we held up our phones and
Tried to capture the moment
Felt like we finally won one at home
Then a hush from the crowd
As the clubs took him down
Just as the was crossing the goal line
So we conceded defeat and
Started ripping up the seats
And flipping off the flyover halftime