These eyes have seen the majesty
Sculpted flesh chiseled atop an armature
Beach Body Mike is present and accounted for
Oh no
Do whatever it takes to avert your lady's eyes
Oh no
Anger is such a tired scene
Externalizing rage gets us nowhere fast my friend
Beach Body Mike is letting it all hang
Oh no
His biceps have triceps always pulsing
Oh no
We have to wrap him up in burlap just in case
Oh no
He's low but we're so much lower
Oh no
It's a solemn thing to know
But bodies, is what I came here for
Magical pectoral glory hole
The rage circumvents my brain
The audacity of this specimen simply cannot stand
Beach Body Mike is letting it all hang
Oh no
His biceps have triceps always pulsing
Oh no
We have to wrap him up in burlap just in case
Oh no
He's low but we're so much lower
Oh no
Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
John Makarewicz - Guitar
Carl Cunningham - Bass
Stephen Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals
Micah Robinson - Guitar
