When you call on the floor to stick you head in the sand
Do you ever stop and marvel how you really are a man
With your head on your neck and your neck on your spine
You made your daddy real proud kid, your teeth they really shine
So you're a man on a mission and that mission is lust
You are particle division, you spontaneously combust
You got guys that you know way back from high school
And man, they're men too, Real Men keep Real Cool
And they're true to the flag, they're nine to the five
They kick around a ball like they'll kick around their wives
They've perfected their name, made sure that it sticks
They go down to the yard, they are men they are bricks
You give a hundred and ten every day of the week
And you love your country more than you love your physique
You'll never fall into doubt as you pump on the grind
Coz the sleeve on your arm has control of your mind
Don't look into your brain,
Coz it's gone and changed
In your WrapAround Renaissance
Explode, admire the flame
Of being the same
In your WrapAround Renaissance
Never gonna crack
I'll never let my bigoted testosterone relax
My arms will be forever tied round to my back
I've mastered everything that I can in my craft
The reason being:
Sweat is all I am, and Sweat is all I'll be
Cascading down my skin as I sink in history
I've cemented my position to make sure that it lasts
And I've joined arms with my brothers as a muscle in the mass
A collection of proteins is all that I'm worth
Stuffed my head full of plaster so my brain don't have to hurt
Can't remember any thought, or sense of self control
And I hold my head high as I march the Meat Patrol
Don't look into your brain,
Coz it's gone and changed
In your WrapAround Renaissance
Explode, admire the flame
Of being the same
In your WrapAround Renaissance
Don't look into your brain,
Coz it's gone and changed
In your WrapAround Renaissance
Explode, admire the flame
Of being the same
In your WrapAround Renaissance