Chicago likes to take his time
And let the moment breathe like fine wine.
He can let you think he found he found his groove,
But then heís Ďround the back door with a smooth move.
You think itís gonna stop,
Heíll keep it to himself,
But then he makes the drop,
Ends up top shelf.
Minneapolis has to have it fast,
There ainít another man that he canít slip past.
He likes to think itís all geometry,
To get from A to B you gotta see C.
So quick to make a pass,
But then heís outta sight,
He gets it back so fast,
Turn on the red light.
Cold blood rushing through their veins, cold
Cold hearts, the players play the game, cold
Cold steel, cut, carve, slice
Cold souls gliding on the ice.
South Boston letís you come to him
And you can knock all day, but you wonít get in.
He can always find his way to you,
Put up your best defense and he will shoot through.
With so much in between,
Now youíve lost control,
Youíre behind the screen,
Look out Ė five hole.