I see our uniforms and want them painted black
Though they're the devil, we're all in, no turning back
I see the 'Cats walk by, dressed in their game clothes
I hope they don't throw it to expose our injury woes
I'm now at the Dawg Walk and it's all painted black
I high five big Nick James and ask him for a sack
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
But it's a false alarm, that wasn't Dillon Day
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
From years of suffering before the dawn of Dak
Maybe tonight he'll throw it deep to a Fred or Bear Force One
But mostly I'll watch close to see if we can run
No more Will Redmond and I'm now feeling quite blue
I'm sorry, Will, I could not foresee this thing happening to you
But if we play our best and have a little fun
We can still defend P.