Legal Defense, Literal Defeat

[Verse 1] Open the gates and invite the whole world in, Just to let four goals past your defense's skin. Four-one at home? That’s a knockout disgrace, The worst host collapse since Brazil lost their place. Twenty-fourteen called, they want their stats back, You’re crumbling down on your own home track. [Chorus] You defended the paperwork, won the appeal, But on the grass, you’ve got nothing real. Your lawyers are legends, but your keepers are memes, One-four is the end of these plastic dreams. Balogun’s active, the legal fight’s won, But where was the effort when the game had begun? [Verse 2] Look at Matt Freese, what a highlight for the ages, Gifting that third goal, filling social media pages. A clearance so broken, a mistake so loud, He silenced the fans and the entire crowd. Folarin was cleared by the suits in the hall, Zero shots on target, he didn’t move the ball. [Bridge] The North American trio, a total blackout, Canada, Mexico, and now you’re all out. Quarter-finals? Nah, that’s way out of reach, Go practice your drills on a quiet beach. Three hosts, zero pride, gone before the eight, Just an empty house and a locked front gate. [Outro] Great at the hearings, tragic on the pitch, One-four at home, there’s the final hitch. The co-hosts are ghosts. Just terrible hosts.