Do not go gentle into that Game 5,
Fans should burn and rave at Russell Martin;
Rage, rage against the 2 run lead.
Though wise fans at their end know dark is right,
Because their cheers had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that Game 5.
Good fans, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail cheers might have danced in a green field,
Rage, rage against the 2 run lead.
Wild fans who caught the bandwagon in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that Game 5.
Grave fans, near death, who forget 1980
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the 2 run lead.
And you, my team, there without momentum,
Curse, bless us now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that Game 5.
Rage, rage against the 2 run lead.