That won’t become Valentine’s DaynYou have aimed too highnNow you are going to paynnEnter the field and toe the marknWe are up and steadynWaiting for ignition sparknnAt the top of the food chainnEveryone plays your gamenThis is a god-damned blood-sportnnYou want to fight for glorynAnd you are going to die for famenThis is a god-damned blood-sportnnThere will be always someone strongernBut a fool who cares about the croakernnFace the painnThere is no way to quitnYou won’t get outnSo grin and bear itnnAt the top of the food chainnEveryone plays your gamenThis is a god-damned blood-sportnnYou want to fight for glorynNow you are going to die for famenThis is a god-damned blood-sport