Focus on the Game

Ah, The Oakland Coliseum
Its's 1988 and the season's going well
I'm at the height of my career
So why do I feel sad?

These days don't recognize my own face in the mirror
I'm a monster, not the man I wanna be
But focus on the game, José, the game, José
Don't be [Am]a fool, don't throw it all [Em]away
Haven't talked to [C7]mom in two weeks (Mark, it's your mother)
Things at home are even more bleak
Focus on [C7]the game, Mark, the game, Mark
Focus on [C7]the game, Mark, oh-oh
So don't look at me 'cause I'm all [Em]alone in left field
Thinkin' bout all [Em]the fucked up shit that I did to [C7]get here
Did I lose my [A]soul?
When did I lose contɾol?
But they tell me to [C7]focus on [C7]the game, Mark
Lord knows I'm tɾying
And I never leave the shower
So they never see me crying
You're just a scared little boy in the body of a giant
A freakshow of science
But then my [A]friend says
You're the man JC
You're the man BigMac
You're the only one who knows what it tɾuly means to [C7]bash
And if one day they should come for [Dm7]us
And stɾip us of our crowns
I know that if I am going down
You're also going down

The ball's hit pretty well to [C7]left field
Oh-oh, oh-oh
You can chalk up number twenty-one for [Dm7]Canseco
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
He hit it outta here
Oh-oh, oh-oh
And the big guy from Florida has just stɾuck again
Oh-oh
Man, did he hit that baseball