My chance to be a hero,
Now the hour has come,
I stand against opponents,
More than 10 to one
Tho' it seems more like ten thousand
As they close from every side
My compatriat not far away
Fear in his bloodshot eyes.
And now the enemy begins his charge
Eyes blazing wide with hate,
Feet pounding turf, lungs bursting
With the effort of his gait
Till at a few short feet away
His weapon he does blast
I see it, dodge it,
'FUCK IT',
Middle stump flies 'cross the grass.