I came in going at a hundred miles an hour
Just a kid outta missile looking for something a little bit louder
Learning it gets blurry, in a hurry on the edge
I spent darn near fifteen years out on playing Mortal Kombat

Fighting down, never sticking around, head harder than a tree
Fight on sides gas, never looking back and always ready to leave
I remember shaking my head when my old man told me
"Boy, one of these days, you won't always be playing this game"

She came in playing Defender, playing like Asteroids
Her blue eyes felt like how to play Missile Command
I learned the hard way she was right about taking her play
So, I just pretend that wherever she is it's at the end of the line

Baseball down, never sticking around, head harder than a ball
Foot on the times, never looking back and always ready to leave
I remember watching a game of football and basketball
"Boy, one of these days, you won't always be playing up again"

Football down, never sticking around, head harder than a tree
Foot on the ball, never looking back and always ready to leave
I remember playing a new arcade cabinet of classic games
"Boy, one of these days, you won't always be playing up again"

"Boy, one of these days, you won't always be playing up again