This is physical culture
No window lickers
And no soft bodies will show me how it's done
♪
So spare us the boring details
About you're down on your luck
Because if all your wishes were horses
You'd still have shit to clean up
The blood upon my shirt
Is the proof of the hurt
And the pain I endure
Is a measure of my worth
The taste of sweat
Beats the sting of regret
I can't turn away
I'm not done yet
♪
So spare us the boring details
About you're down on your luck
If all your wishes were horses
You'd still have shit to clean up
If all your wishes were horses
You'd still have shit to clean up
If all your wishes were horses
You'd still have shit to clean up
How much longer are we gonna fucking wait around