Lyrics
Verse 1:
In my living room, with my best friend by my side,
Baseball on the TV, we were ready for the ride,
I made a bet against him, for fifty dollars strong,
To eat twenty-three hotdogs before the game was done.
Pre-Chorus:
The first few went down easy, I was feeling fine,
But inning after inning, I fell behind,
Twenty-three hotdogs, I kept shoving them down,
With every bite, my heart began to drown.
Chorus:
Oh, the agony, the heartburn in my chest,
Not from love, but from this twisted quest,
Fifty dollars in my hand, but what did it cost?
I broke my heart, not from love, but from what I lost,
Twenty-three hotdogs, and my spirit’s tossed.
Verse 2:
The game played on, each pitch and swing,
But my stomach churned, and I felt everything,
My friend cheered me on, but I could barely see,
The price of my pride, became too much for me.
Pre-Chorus:
Hotdog after hotdog, the taste turned vile,
My vision blurred, as I forced a smile,
Twenty-three bites of regret, I couldn’t breathe,
For a fifty-dollar prize, my heart began to seethe.
Chorus:
Oh, the agony, the heartburn in my chest,
Not from love, but from this twisted quest,
Fifty dollars in my hand, but what did it cost?
I broke my heart, not from love, but from what I lost,
Twenty-three hotdogs, and my spirit’s tossed.
Bridge:
In the dead of night, I can still feel the ache,
The echoes of the game, and the chance I’d take,
For fifty bucks, I gave up my soul, my pride,
Now I’m left in pieces, with no one by my side.
Chorus:
Oh, the agony, the heartburn in my chest,
Not from love, but from this twisted quest,
Fifty dollars in my hand, but what did it cost?
I broke my heart, not from love, but from what I lost,
Twenty-three hotdogs, and my spirit’s tossed.
Outro:
So here’s my story, let it be a warning true,
Sometimes the things we chase, can break us through and through,
Twenty-three hotdogs, fifty dollars in my hand,
But now I’m just a shadow, a broken, hollow man.
Outro:
So here’s my story, let it be a warning true,
Sometimes the things we chase, can break us through and through,
Twenty-three hotdogs, fifty dollars in my hand,
But now I’m just a shadow, a broken, hollow man.
But at least I won the bet, and the fifty dollars came,
A bittersweet victory, in this twisted game,
Though my heart is aching, and my spirit feels low,
I’ve got fifty bucks to show, for the pain that I now know.
