The roaring sounds of applause From Bob Stadium The home team had won The others suffered of loss As sparks and flares Filled up the air And they can be seen From down the street In an old punk house Where I used to live The joyous sounds of applause From funny world For hug of war And as the people let out And saw sparks and flares Fill up the air It really seemed That the fireworks Were meant for them So perfectly It's not about baseball It's not about punk rock It's synchronicity, synchronicity It's not about baseball It's not about punk rock It's synchronicity, synchronicity Synchronicity, synchronicity How do you feel about that? Uh, I felt good I felt like there might have been a stutter in it And not like a vocal stutter, but like a rhythmic stutter But also this song I really wanna keep, I don't—