Sixty-Two Ways to Miss

[Verse 1] You flew to the big stage with flags flying high, But all that we saw was a ball in the sky. Sixty-two shots across the whole group phase, A masterclass failure in sixty-two ways. Bottom of Group D, just a single point kept, While the rest of the world just looked on and laughed. [Chorus] Sixty-two to one! Count the misses, count the shame, You’re the only ones playing a different game. Sixty-two to one! Just one goal for the pride, With sixty-one others that drifted far wide. The net is a magnet you’ll never attract, That’s not an opinion, it’s a statistical fact. [Verse 2] Arda Güler found the net in the minute number ten, But that was the end for the talented men. Fifty-plus failures had come right before, One lucky strike then you couldn't find more? You spent the whole summer just hitting the air, A sixty-two-shot cycle of pure despair. [Bridge] The U.S. brought the backups, ten names on the list, A B-team rotation you still somehow missed. Ten subs on the pitch and you couldn't find a win? To fail against the reserves is a sporting sin. No winner to save you, no trophy to take, Just the heaviest baggage that one team can make. [Outro] Pack up the kits, leave the grass on the floor, Don't bother knocking on the knockout door. Sixty-two shots. One goal. Last place. The biggest embarrassment in the whole race.