He's going there.
NORMAN GOES TO INNER HELL
He's got the ball
Cuts to the left now
Stops for a pass
Slows it down
A flash of the feet
a change of direction
Sends it off to a friend
And the play starts again
Waits for the run
Looks for the filter
But they're closing in
Breathing over his shoulder
He gets the feed
He's taking a shot now
But in the end
A goalie's best friend
Norman
You're going there
You're on your way
To Inner Hell
Stands at the wall
Watches the party
It shakes and it swells
It spills out the doorway
He takes a drink
Then one then another
Each hour that's past
Is just like the last
He's out on the floor
He's shouting it out now
Karate chop dance
In the karate chop round
He's making his move
Gets a bit messy
But in the end
It's only 'just friends'.
Norman
You're going there
You're on your way
To Inner Hell
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