Win or Go Home

 For all the teams in the thunderdome
You've got one thought when using your comb
It's not, "Ain't the trees pretty in the autumn gloam"--
It's win or go home.

It resonates deep in your chromosomes
You see it in your cereal and your latte foam
It makes your mouth taste like sytrofoam--
It's win or go home.

In 30 years, you'll sit in your mobile home,
In 100, you'll rot in the catacombs,
But for the next 12 hours, lit up and in chrome,
It's win or go home.