Wins Above Replacement

Categorize me, package me for consumption
I will defy the numbers on your screen
My spirit will scream and break your machine

Learning every day, or trying to, without forgetting myself
I'm slowly learning, I have my own brand of magic
And well, if you don't like it, your loss

Progressive passes, expected batting average, completion percentage, triple doubles
Unforced errors, defensive runs saved, wins above replacement
Oh yeah that's called
WAR
WAR WAR WAR

Don't me wrong, I'm not yer Da',
I'm not mad at the modern game with all its math
But a hundred years back, we'd play for our towns
And now it's all a fucking cash bloodbath

And we can't even seem to have fun
I mean, do you remember having fun?

Yards after catch, duels won, didja see his numbers at the combine
Rotations per minute, xG/90, kilometers run, or miles if you're limey
Passes defensed, on base plus slugging, there's probably some good ones I'm missing about cricket

Maybe we should just get back to
WAR

WAR WAR WAR
WAR WAR WAR

I'm still starving for artistry, assholes and children and drug addicts, they're scratching out poetry
Keep getting biology instead of fantasy, I grew up on heartbreak and romance and
I guess they lied to me but
I mean come on
This efficiency. it's so boring
It's killing me

Oh no, is this end,
No it's not quite yet
We're still alive, with our hearts and our heads
Ready for a new season, or a new era
One where we win, one where we entertain
And if you crunch the numbers. determine our value well then
I hope I have a good
WAR

WAR WAR WAR
WAR WAR WAR



Credits
Writer(s): Lorenzo Landini
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