The yips come for everyone. The lead with fasciitis, the second nursing an ulcer, the third sober on Thursday nights, the skip suddenly unable to draw the button — a wry anthem for the team that used to win.
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Stones on the ice and dreams outta sight
Start was golden, hearts were full and light
Team with the world at their feet they said
Now the end has begun and it′s getting in their head
The lead winces when he slides, got fasciitis
Now he has some trouble throwing guards
The second's got an ulcer, can′t take Advil
Now he hurts when he hurries hard
What happened to the fire in their eyes
Burnt out flames some folks say they don't even try
Curling stones won't do what they intend
Feels like the beginning of the end
Glory days are in the past, they′re not winning any pins
The light hearts they once had are growing heavy, getting dim
The pebble′s just a surface of shadows and doubt
There's no hurry in the sweep when the skipper′s shout rings out
And the third's got meetings on Thursday night
That vice off the ice, he′s getting himself right
They're all proud of him, he′s doing great
But without the aiming fluid, he can't hit the line or weight
And the skip has got the yips, sailing a sinking ship
His dog just ran away, at work he got pink slipped
He can't set the broom right, he can′t read the lines
And he couldn′t draw the button to save his life
What happened to the fire in their eyes
Burnt out flames now all they do is sigh
Curling stones won't do what they intend
They know it′s the beginning of the end
Staring blankly at the locker room floor
Another defeat they can't ignore
Once champions now lost in the fray
The sun is setting, it′s well past midday
It was fun while it lasted, playing the game with friends
No use in denying, no need to pretend
They all know it... the beginning of the end
