Mr Muscle

I'm tired of counting down and the ridiculous regiment

The oyster doesn't open even after a tickle on the chin

My yearning starts to trickle, wasting like a London tap

Motivation teetering where it was obstinate

Detol

Febreeze

Mr Muscle

Bang, dirt is gone

Detol

Febreeze

Mr Muscle

Bang, dirt is gone

I've lost my resolve, now there's nothing left

Every day mimics the previous, which mirrors the next

Every day like the previous, determines the rest

Alpha rebounds off nuclei everyone

Detol

Febreeze

Mr Muscle

Bang, dirt is gone

Detol

Febreeze

Mr Muscle

Bang, dirt is gone

At least she soothes me every day and compliments my hair

Keeping me from burning myself while I'm sitting on the chair

Well, do you want to hear what I have to say and not just physicality?

I'm tired of all the people who only want to fuck me

A dog leads his old man back down to the saloon

Craving simple lives that need more purpose is the catch 22

Stress or depress?

The inexorable T junction, the monkey mind is so insatiable

But it's suited for its function