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