Walt is a Striker (AKA Worm in the Bottle)

When you're down in the area and it all really comes to
the point when you gonna shoot the bastard
At the endline goalkeeper has not disappeared
in panic but stands with his gloves on
If only you kicked him, if only to shoot the man,
if only to recognise he hasn't existed
that for a moment he aint't there, posts and bar are forgotten
by you hard cold blooded footballer

You say never again, this is the end,
and you really gonna score you're determined this time.
Game after game you pretend it's four nil and
you scored them all - you screwed it again
Well, no contract money for me!

So, Walt, you're a striker,
you're the last one to shoot, and there's nobody to pass to
And the other team's players politely suggest you change job.
If you could only remember, just when you scored, just where was it,
just why it goes wrong. Buy a video, you'll find it

You say never again, this is the end,
and you really gonna score you're determined this time.
Game after game you pretend it's four nil and
you scored them all - you screwed it again
Contract money, contract money ain't for me

When you're down to the goal-line and you're doing your best and they're
writing you off and it feels just like an obituary.
You know it's not over, you want to drive the ball down to the goal and
just keep on screaming. But you're still missing targets,
Well, no contract money for me!

You say never again, this is the end,
and you really gonna score you're determined this time.
Game after game you pretend it's four nil and
you scored them all you screwed it again
Contract money, contract money ain't for me