Pressure

As sweat is pouring,
The game goes on.
Both teams scoring,
Time's almost gone

They're hitting the shots,
Left and Right.
My stomach's in knots,
Its going to be tight.

It's down to the wire,
The very last basket.
One shot to fire,
Into somebody's casket.

The shot goes up like a flame,
It hits the rim, they leave in shame.