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
Miss the whole damn movie
American nights, one headlight
Cutting down main street in the dark
Muscle Shoals, muscle cars
Earning our straps
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
Ladies and gentleman, give it up for Mystikal
Calling all cars for the Prince of the South
Fuck that yabba-dabba-doo shit, bitch, I just got out
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,
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
No need to preach
No need to shout, we believe in
American nights, one headlight
Cuttin' down Main Street in the dark
Muscle, muscle cars
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
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,
Watch the muscles twich
For a brand new switch?
Doctor rectorates
Condescending from on high
For all hallucinators
See druggist in the sky
Vicar
better
Homie, I'm a vet hope you don't get upset
Cop the new Viper demon and the Hellcat
Now where your muscle cars at?
Come to these broads, give 'em
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