You can't always go through the front door. Sometimes you line up the runback and feel the ice quake. Hamilton namecheck included.
Lyrics
On frozen sheets of ice, stones slide and collide
They draw behind a guard, think that they can hide
Can′t get 'em through the port or come from the outside
But their protector ain′t their color, let's give it a ride
They buried deep, they think they can't get got
They think they sitting pretty, show ′em that they′re not
Line it up like Hamilton, don't throw away your shot
It′s a RUNBACK, RUNBACK! shot is ours to take
STICK THAT RUNBACK! and feel the ice quake!
Now's the time, gonna own it, make their hearts sink
Rise and slide into the moment, do not let it shrink
Brain and brawn together, we can′t afford to blink
Hearts start to pound, brooms go down up to the brink
They buried deep, they think they can't get got
Their pretty little draw is sitting in our spot
Drive it hard on the guard, hit the JACKPOT!
Ohhhhhhh. RUNBACK!
Oh lord
Gonna make it fly
Eagle eyes are on the prize
Sweepers ready for the battle cry
Game of inches, no compromise
Feel the rush, adrenaline high
Covered up, but guard′s in view
Red, yellow rocks, we'll break through
Only one thing left to do
Hit it hard right on cue
It's a RUNBACK, RUNBACK! glory′s ours to take
STICK THAT RUNBACK! feel the ice quake!
