We got ass whooped,
time after time.
Fans have been sentenced,
But committed no crimes.
Rangers and Dodgers,
with Astros and Cards,
Have had their share of sand kicked in their face
So we can now sing:

and we mean to go on, without Yankees and Pirates, and on

We aren’t the champions, my friends.
None of us can keep fighting, to the end.
We AREN’T the champions,
We aren’t the champions,
Rest time for losers,
Cause we aren’t the champions,
of the world.

[an ode to the collapse of the Cardinals and the Cardinals Way]