The Atlas Don't Blink

[Verse 1] Held the five stars to a draw and didn't even blink, then a minute in on Scotland — back of the net, no time to think. Saibari ghosted past 'em 'fore the kettle even boiled, the Atlas Lions roaring while another dream gets foiled. Scotland, oh Scotland, same old sad tartan tune, came to make the numbers, going home a little soon. [Hook] The Atlas don't blink, the Atlas don't fold, held the giants to a draw and left the doubters in the cold. One-nil over Scotland, minute one, lights out, this ain't a fluke, my friend — this is what the run's about. The Atlas don't blink, hear the drum and the chant, you slept on the Lions and now you're filling up the stands. [Verse 2] They wrote us in the "easy group," cute little plan, now the easy group is roaring and it's led by a caravan. No fear in the eyes, just rhythm in the feet, we draw the kings, we drop the brave, we don't know how to retreat. Bagpipes played their sad song way before the end, the Lions take the points and there's no flowers left to send. [Bridge] From Casablanca to the chant in every seat, a continent behind us and there's thunder in the beat. Call us the dark horse, fine, we'll wear the name with pride — the Atlas just keeps rolling and there's nowhere left to hide. [Outro] The Atlas don't blink. Minute one. Lights out. Dima Maghrib.