Lyrics:
muscle of love
My heart's a muscle
Well, I must have come to that crazy age
Where ev'rything is hot
'Cause I don't know if the things I'm thinking
muscle of love
My heart's a muscle
Well, I must have come to that crazy age
Where ev'rything is hot
'Cause I don't know if the things I'm thinking
Watch the muscles twich
For a brand new switch?
Doctor rectorates
Condescending from on high
For all hallucinators
See druggist in the sky
Vicar
I'm paying taxes but what am I buying?
A whole lot of government muscle and everybody crying
I'm paying taxes, and everybody [unverified]
A whole lot
I can hold on to
I want muscles
All, all over his body
(Make him strong enough from his head down to his toes)
I want muscles
All, all over his
guns, guns, guns, guns
fire, fire, fire
muscle and hate
muscle and hate
muscle, muscle, muscle, muscle
lies, lies, lies, lies
books, books,
some breakfast
Have some coffee while I muse
Where could this smile have come from?
It's a muscle that I rarely use
Call the doctor with my
la la la la
Oh, Lydia, oh, Lydia, say have you met Lydia
Oh, Lydia, the tattooed lady
When her muscles start relaxin'
Up the hill comes Andrew
can hold on to
I want muscles
All, all over his body
(Make him strong enough from his head down to his toes)
I want muscles
All, all over his body
Muscle, muscle, muscle, men men men men
Muscle, muscle, muscle, men men men men
Muscle, muscle, muscle, men men men men
Muscle, muscle, muscle, men
the tattooed lady
When her muscles start relaxin'
Up the hill comes Andrew Jackson
Lydia, oh! Lydia, that "Encyclopedia"
Oh! Lydia, the champ of them all
Still rapping, slapping kittens and grabbing my cock
I'm the artist, the godfather
Stay hard as a rock
You gon fuck around and make me knock your
I think that we can signify our love now,
Ooh girl, you can initiate an impulse of love.
Stay hungry, stay hungry, stay hungry
Move a muscle
Guns, guns, guns, guns
Fire, fire, fire
Muscle and hate
Muscle and hate
Muscle, muscle, muscle, muscle
Lies, lies, lies, lies
Books, books,
guns, guns, guns, guns
fire, fire, fire
muscle and hate
muscle and hate
muscle, muscle, muscle, muscle
lies, lies, lies, lies
books, books,
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
You say love's a fragile thing
Made of glass
But I think
Your heart is a muscle
Your heart is a muscle
You gotta work it out
Make it stronger
Try
guns, guns, guns, guns
fire, fire, fire
muscle and hate
muscle and hate
muscle, muscle, muscle, muscle
lies, lies, lies, lies
books, books,
guns, guns, guns, guns
fire, fire, fire
muscle and hate
muscle and hate
muscle, muscle, muscle, muscle
lies, lies, lies, lies
books, books,
muscles
Uh, flex your muscles
Oh, flex your muscles
Flex your muscles
Be hard
Be strong
Be hard
Be hard
Hard
Hard
Ah, come back for more
Ah,
A fishmonger who hasn't washed for a week.
A graphic artist who rinses so much he squeaks.
A butcher with knotted muscles and a potted belly.
Medical students,
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