High-Speed Yoga

Breathe

In, out, in, out

In, out, in, out

Hello, my name is Satan, the instructor for this class

And I won't lie, this hour's gonna knock you on your ass

'Cause this is high-speed yoga, it's not yoga for the weak

Your chances of survival are all looking pretty bleak

It's hell highway to fitness, and we're burning down the road

We're doing high-speed yoga, my heart's ready to explode

Breathe

In, out, in, out

In, out, in, out

No pain, no gain, the mantra being drilled into our heads

We're doing high-speed yoga, muscles being ripped to shreds

The old and out of shape are dropping dead now left and right

Somebody call the EMS and get 'em here on sight

And every death, another twinkle in the devil's eye

He laughs as we cry for salvation looking toward the sky

Breathe

In, out, in, out

In, out, in, out

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, that is what they say

We're doing high-speed yoga if you're alive, then Namaste