There's a hole where my heart did reside.
It was ripped out and smashed,
turned into hash
left on the road with no place to hide.
I believed in a team that just wouldn't quit.
Representing the masses, the verdant,
the unmonied classes
surviving on guile, guts, and wit.
Alas, fell beasts this earth still roam.
Crushing our hopes, they went bashing,
leaving us tattered, crawling for home.
But we will rise again to fight once more
We'll be noble, fearless, and strong,
nothing goes wrong
in our new field named after a store.