Home Team

[Verse 1]
Don't you blame me if I get carried away
I don't like fucking boys who need to know what to say
When there's silence in the room
We're all pining for that modern day man
He's really a star, got the crowd going wild in the stands
On a Saturday night, at the home field

[Pre-Chorus]
I won't feel anything when you leave me for dead
I won't do anything, like that hole in your goddamned head

[Chorus]
I knew I was ready to stop going steady
When the home team was losing twenty to one
I just really don't give a shit about the score on the scoreboard
Please Lord, please Lord, please Lord

[Verse 2]
Don't you blame me if I don't answer my phone
I don't like fucking boys who need to know what to do
When there's no one else home
We're all pining for that modern day girl
She's really a star, got the crowd just jumping for joy
On a Saturday night, at the home field

[Pre-Chorus]
I won't feel anything when you leave me for dead
I won't do anything, like that hole in your goddamn head

[Chorus]
I knew I was ready to stop going steady
When the home team was losing twenty to one
I just don't really give a shit about the score on the scoreboard
Please lord, please lord, please lord

[Outro]
I don't wanna talk about love
I don't wanna talk about us
I don't wanna sit at the kitchen table
You talk and I listen
To the news on the cable TV