Daniel O'Keefe

Our House

This is our house, our floor
You can hear, almost feel the roar
Even before you come through that door
That’s our crowd
Yeah, they are loud
With their dribble, dribble, SHOT!
You start to think, “This gym is hot”
Then you start to dread
Cause you know we’re in your head
And your legs start to burn
As the gym starts to turn
Even your stomach starts to churn
You can’t take the heat
The crowd is on their feet
You can hear your heart beat
You know what you need is some water
As the gym keeps getting hotter
It seems like we don’t stop running
And our pressure doesn’t stop coming
Then the game has ended
We ran you through the floor
And right back out that door
But somehow, you can still hear the roar.


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