Track Insight / Lyrics
Grease on the grill and a pot of black brew
The regulars wait for the same kind of view
I slide out the door to a glowing blue screen
The sharpest grass that I ever have seen
Thumb on the stick and a heart in my throat
Looking for glory in a digital coat
The clock is ticking and the pressure is high
Under a pixelated summer time sky
Oh, we're chasing the gold in the FIFA ten glow
Passing the ball while the melodies flow
One perfect strike and the stadium screams
Living a life in these low-poly dreams
Plastic controllers and a scratched up old disc
Taking a gamble and taking a risk
Rooney is charging with a look in his eye
A thunderous shot that is screaming on high
Thumb on the stick and a heart in my throat
Looking for glory in a digital coat
The clock is ticking and the pressure is high
Under a pixelated summer time sky
Oh, we're chasing the gold in the FIFA ten glow
Passing the ball while the melodies flow
One perfect strike and the stadium screams
Living a life in these low-poly dreams
Salty old men in the corner booth seat
Watching the game while they chew on some meat
They don't understand how the engine can slide
Or how the defenders just step to the side
Oh, we're chasing the gold in the FIFA ten glow
Passing the ball while the melodies flow
One perfect strike and the stadium screams
Living a life in these low-poly dreams
Menus are flashing in a bright shade of red
Better get winning before I go to bed
A quick little flick and a tiny little spin
This is the only way a diner can win
Oh, we're chasing the gold in the FIFA ten glow
Passing the ball while the melodies flow
One perfect strike and the stadium screams
Living a life in these low-poly dreams
Just a game on a screen.
Keep the coffee hot.
Digital pitch green.
Yeah, a perfect shot.
