Run

[SHANE WARNE]
Now would you take a look at me?
Saints jumper number twenty-three
A brick shithouse of an opponent

I don't get near the ball too much
In fact I hardly get a touch
So much for my bright, shining moment

I'm having trouble trying to keep up with my men
And near the coach box, Gary Colling's going mental in the stands
He's screaming

[SHANE & COMPANY]
"Run
Put your head down Shane and run
Pull your finger out and run
Or you're never gonna make it

You better run
Force your men towards the fence
You'll be straight back on the bench
Boy, you're never gonna make it"

[SHANE]
And I didn't make it

Now here's the real kick in the guts
The list goes up and I've been cut
The end of eighteen years of dreaming

So I take odd jobs where I can
Like delivering pizza in a van
I pray my schoolmates never see me

And as the days go by, I lose more self-respect
And my supervisor tells me, if I wanna save my neck, I better

[SHANE & COMPANY]
Run
Take the pizzas, Shane, and run
Get your arse in gear and run
Or you're never gonna make it

You better run
Your attitude is getting old
Shane, the pizza's getting cold
Boy, you're never gonna make it

[SHANE]
And I didn't make it

I spend my waking hours trying to forget
But I'm reminded every time I watch my television set

[ANNOUNCER, spoken]
Less than a minute to go, it's a long kick to lock it

[SHANE]
And I see them runnin'

[ANNOUNCER, spoken]
It's a great path. He turns on his left foot, snap's for goal! It's a six points, there goes the siren! It's a win for St. Kilda!

[SHANE (COMPANY)]
Run, I've got nowhere left to run (Run, he's got nowhere left to run)
Screw my one day in the sun (Screw his one day in the sun)
And I don't think I can take it (And I don't think he can take it)
Nowhere to run (Nowhere to run)
I don't feel better, just feel numb (He don't feel better, he just feels numb)
What a loser I've become (What a loser he's become)
Boy, I thought that I would make it (Boy, I thought that he would make it)
But I'm never gonna make it