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Ah, The Oakland Coliseum

Its’s 1988 and the season’s going well

I’m at the height of my career

So why do I feel sad?

These days don’t recognize my own face in the mirror

I’m a monster, not the man I wanna be

But focus on the game, José, the game, José

Don’t be a fool, don’t throw it all away

Haven’t talked to mom in two weeks (Mark, it’s your mother)

Things at home are even more bleak

Focus on the game, Mark, the game, Mark

Focus on the game, Mark, oh-oh

So don’t look at me 'cause I’m all alone in left field

Thinkin' bout all the fucked up shit that I did to get here

Did I lose my soul?

When did I lose control?

But they tell me to focus on the game, Mark

Lord knows I’m trying

And I never leave the shower

So they never see me crying

You’re just a scared little boy in the body of a giant

A freakshow of science

But then my friend says

You’re the man JC

You’re the man BigMac

You’re the only one who knows what it truly means to bash

And if one day they should come for us

And strip us of our crowns

I know that if I am going down

You’re also going down

The ball’s hit pretty well to left field

Oh-oh, oh-oh

You can chalk up number twenty-one for Canseco

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

He hit it outta here

Oh-oh, oh-oh

And the big guy from Florida has just struck again

Oh-oh

Man, did he hit that baseball

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