An underdog huddles whileThe troops muster for warCoach Cooper barks to his teamWhat’s the fucking score?!A soldier with a heavy heartLies drably across his packAs the coach beseeches his playersATTACK!! ATTACK!! ATTACK!!A comrade spots the soldierWith his hands cupping his headThe coach shouts to his assistantPut Number 20 in, instead!!The game that they are playingIs against a hated crosstown rivalThe soldier’s friend walks nearerTo him, this is survivalWhat’s wrong, he asks his friendAlready knowing the answerCoach C demands more effortEven though he is dying from cancer
He told his team last nightThat he was battling for his lifeRight after he told his daughtersHis mother...and his wifeI don’t know if I can do thisThe soldier’s voice is weakAs tears form in their ductsAnd fall upon his cheeksGet over here, Number 20!Her name is Margie BrownI want just one more momentWith my child to clown aroundI know, his friend says softlySo that no one else can hearWe’re underdogs in this game!We have no time for fear!!I know, Coach C, I knowMargie Brown begins to weepBeing soldiers isn’t easyWhen there are many mines to sweep
Then the coach pulls Margie asideAs the First Sergeant overhears the twoI know this isn’t easyFor me and neither for youAt ease, the First Sergeant saysHis eyes a glassy blueI know this isn’t easyFor me and neither for youBut I need you to be sharpAnd ready for the killNow, get out there and fight andUSE YOUR COPING SKILLS!!