Know Your Strength (Single Mix) Lyrics

Have your mass for

Saint Sebastian, he who

Didn't know his own strength

Which is why he took those bubonic pricks

Just to save us all from bubonic plague

But didn't he believe with his chiseled obliques

With these he could've verified his OnlyFans

Make the devil scratch off his brick house back

NFT your low-key flex while you still can

Half your mast for

Yukio Mishima, he who

Didn't know his own strength

Which is why he plunged a katanantifa blade

Into his lower abdominal capitol gate

But did Paul Schrader stop to wonder

Which Batman he would have liked

Some days you just can't get rid of

Your Third Least Favorite Reich

Know your strength, boy

Know your strength, pretty boy

What was it like up in Spartan Heaven

Pretty boy child adonis resin

Too soon to decay, too late to decline

If we should die before we ripe

Feel the

Bernd Jürgen Brandes, he who

Didn't know his own strength

Which is why he made such a sinewy dish

On dear old Armin Meiwes' plate

But life's a dish served cold for a growing boy

Who deserves a growing diet of organic meat

Not gym rats mainlining protein packs

Cut in whey narcissus creatine

Know your strength, boy

Know your strength, pretty boy

When will the next Pearl Harbor be

Will white wild horses come and see

These blue balls for a red flag dream

Hey, Steve McQueen

Talk Fight Club to me

Tough times make ruff men make

Hound times make fun men make

High times make dumb men make

Blind times make fuck men

Maradona didn't know his strength

Guy Fawkes didn't know his strength

Johnny Thunders didn't know his strength

Chris Marlowe didn't know his strength

Pasolini didn't know his strength

Oliver Reed, he didn't know his strength

Aleister Crowley didn't know his strength

Chris Benoit didn't know his strength

Rasputin didn't know his strength

Michael X, he didn't know his strength

John McAfee, he didn't know his strength

But Tommy Cruise, that boy, he knows his strength

When will Valhalla rise again

Pretty boy child needs a raison d'être

Why can't I bench like Superman

While trimming twin towers with my bare hands

Why can't I hear the planet scream

My playlists shuffling thoughts of me

Apocalypsing me lean and mean

Hey, Steve McQueen

Hey, Steve McQueen

Hey, Steve McQueen

Hey, Steve McQueen

HEY, STEVE McQUEEN