Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Muscle Memory, artist - Armored Saint. Album song Win Hands Down, in the genre МеталDate of issue: 01.06.2015
Record label: Metal Blade Records
Song language: English
Muscle Memory |
| I read the news every day or I try |
| Switch back and forth between |
| A scowl and a smile |
| People lift me up or drop me |
| Flat like a stone |
| But still I want to believe in them |
| My clan comes number one in the fight |
| We brought souls in this world |
| And we’ll do it right |
| Though my moods they swing like a pendulum |
| They know where my heart comes from |
| Like our dear departed friend Andy told me |
| It’s only water off a ducks |
| Back in the stream |
| Face it like a man face it like a wimp |
| But either way you’re facing it |
| Burying your head underneath |
| Your feathers |
| Signals a swan song |
| Yes the ride is short but your |
| Heritage is long |
| Muscle memory |
| Is what I use to carry me |
| Muscle memory |
| Ain’t no way I worry 'bout a thing |
| Muscle memory |
| I reference stuff I know |
| Muscle memory |
| Then put my feet down and go |
| I want music to bring me down to my knees |
| Make me sob like an infant make me angry |
| Rip me to shreds glue me back up |
| Make my mind explode |
| Things that matter I can afford |
| Get my shit together and get onboard |
| Shed every pound, melt it away |
| Rid that overweight load |
| Burying your head underneath the sand |
| Is succumbing to the words I can’t |
| Ok the ride may stall but your legacy |
| Stands tall |
| Muscle memory |
| Is what I use to carry me |
| Muscle memory |
| Ain’t no way I worry 'bout anything |
| Muscle memory |
| I reference stuff I learn |
| Muscle memory |
| Disfigurement I’ve earned |
| And I wear it like a badge of honor |
| No stone unturned |
| Yeah it’s the bane of my existence |
| To pass the torch in a world of nonsense |
| Shot a miss |
| So many nights I’ve toiled over this |
| Once around |
| Crotchety young man make it count |
| I make my own news out on the fly |
| Do much more than I need to get by |
| People lift me up |
| Don’t let me drop |
| Or at least have a net there |
| Burying your head in your hands |
| Looks like a deserted plan |
| Yes the ride is short |
| With temptations to abort |
| Ok the ride may stall |
| You still sound off the bugle call |
| Muscle memory |
| Is what I use to carry me |
| Muscle memory |
| Ain’t no way I worry 'bout anything |
| Muscle memory |
| I reference stuff I know |
| Muscle memory |
| Then put my feet down and go |
| And I go, yeah |
| There I go |