there's a player who's sure that his homers mean gold
and he's cryin' that steroids are heaven
when he gets shots, he knows, that his power will grow
with a word, he can get what he came for
ooh...ooh....and he's cryin' that steroids are heaven

takes a whack at the ball...and its gone, to be sure
and he knows all the fans will be screamin'
when these drugs have been took...it enhances his swing
its his trainer who's doin' the givin'
ooh...he's made a blunder...ooh...he's made a blunder

there's a feelin' he gets...he feels stronger...you bet
but his power is really deceivin'
though, he ought to come clean, for the game, it demeans
but right now, how his ballclub is cookin'
ooh...he's made his blunder..ooh...he's made a blunder

and its rumored that soon, that he may meet his doom
for he's taken this drug, beyond reason
and at last, it may dawn, that his strength is all gone
and his life will be zero, soon after

he had small muscles...now, they're full grown
he's such a beast now
he says its training, but he's fakin'
yes, there are some drugs, you should pass by
cause in the long run
in due time, you'll find they've done you wrong
and he's made a blunder

your time is comin', and you'll soon go
in case you don't know
the reaper's callin' you to join him
hey slugger, don't you know this stuff blows
or don't you know
these steroids kill when you reach the end

but yet, you shoot another load
you cannot stop, to save your soul
though you're a name, all sports fans know
with lots of fancy stats to show
and everything you touch is gold
but you will come down really hard
and though you think its gonna last
you will no longer hit the ball
you'll be in shock...out of control
yet, he's cryin' that steroids are heaven