Evicted From Your Own House

[Verse 1] Check the clock, check the map, check your pride, eh? You rented out the house just to watch from the driveway. Sixty percent of the ball but the net stayed dry, Dominating possession just to wave us goodbye. You invited the world, you polished the floors, Then Morocco showed up and locked all the doors. [Chorus] First co-host in history to choke at sixteen, The most pathetic exit that the Cup’s ever seen! Three-nil in your backyard, the "deepest of runs"? You’re just the help now, Canada, the party is done! Zero goals, zero heart, zero reason to stay, Pack the bags, clear the pitch, get the hell out the way! [Verse 2] Ninety-eight minutes in, the joke reached the peak, Your keeper’s playing striker? Man, the vision is weak. Soufiane Rahimi saw the net, a gift from the North, While your goalie’s wandering like a moose back and forth. A three-zero rout, no goals on the board, Even the lawn ornaments are looking real bored. [Bridge] "Sorry" doesn’t fix a historical fail, Your "golden generation" is looking real frail. Home soil turned to dust, the maple leaf fell, Welcome to your own personal Round of 16 hell. [Outro] Three-nil. Record breakers for all the wrong reasons. Enjoy the view from the couch for the rest of the season. The first co-host to fold. First ones out the door. Don't let it hit you on the way out, eh?