Twas the night before paintball, when all through the house
The players lie restless, next to their spouse
The markers were cleaned and in the gear bags with care
In hopes to shoot players off the field who dared
The pods were all nestled snug in their packs
Soon to hold paintballs that will mark players backs
The moon on the face of the unsleeping player
Who sprang from his bed when the alarm did a chatter
What did his wondering eyes did he see
The sun on the horizon what a day this will be
He jumped in his daily driver, so nimble and quick
His neighbors new in a moment to the field in a bit
The end of the driveway, the end of the road
On to the highway, down the fields dirt road
The wind blows the bunkers
The field is abuzz
He snaps up his gear bag
And shows his team love
Off to pay entry, and pick up his paint
Chrono your marker, its time to make bank
Game whistle blows, your fast off the break
Your heart is racing as you shot 30 snake
You shoot out a player, look there is one more
Your team screams loudly as you show players the door
Game one is over, your team has won
Holding your breath, that was just game one
This is life, the breath to your lungs
Paintball completes you, the fun has begun.
