This is a song about "Playing sports"

Playing christ to these enemies

And i know - there'll never be peace

You're playing with fire and it's danger zone

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

Four more tarts playing harps

I got these tats all on my arms

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Playing russian roulette with ya life,

And when you up in wet willies, you ain't even thinking

I just look at you, smile, then wink, thought sports was my thing,

Playing back my lesser feats

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

When they twist and talk with they fingers

Just playing again.... it was nerves