This is a song about "Hands to the pump"

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

He's one of those guys that pump their fists to the skies screamin "im a believer!"

The stars is in the building, they hands is to the ceiling

Hold on to the now, cuz i know sex be changing everything

Time to really just take matters into my own hands

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

I see ya hands gripping the mic,

Pose, click, pose, click

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

The vacancy that sat in my heart

Puns char the bar pump cigars hard

Butthemorethatitry to understand just leaves hair in my hands.

There ain’t no going back, don’t deny it, ‘cuz we know the facts,

The beatles to nirvana, take the gun outta his hands

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants