Focus on the Game

Ah, The Oakland Coliseum

It'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 Big Mac"

"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

You can chalk up number 21 for Canseco

He hit it outta here

And the big guy from Florida has just struck again

Man, did he hit that baseball)