Bawling in the Dome
The Colts they cannot win here
Leery's how I feel
'Cause losing's what is real


There's something inside the Dome that rises from the surface
This losing, excusing
This lack of consistency I fear is never ending
The Colts stink profusely

Bill Polian can't seem
To find the formula
The Super Bowl's slipping
(Without a confident defense I'm convinced it's just too much pressure to take)
Jim Mora fears his job's no more
So insecure

Chorus

Discomfort, endlessly as the Colts blow another lead
Disheartening, no reacting
Against my will I stand in front of my television
Incredulous, how soon they quit


Jim Irsay can't seem
To find the formula
(Without the Edge of confidence it's just too much pressure to take)
The staff fears their jobs' are gone
So insecure

Chorus (repeat until end)

There's something inside the Dome that rises from the surface
This losing, excusing
This lack of consistency I fear is never ending
The Colts stink profusely (Whispered by local media during chorus)