Well, I look through a window and I see Some people lying on strange contraptions Moving their bodies up and down A futile struggle to gain perfection Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah and I wonder Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And I walk down and wonder How in hell now this could be? And I find it amusing in a way This pointless waste of human power You pay to be strapped to a machine The price you pay to gain perfection One time, one more time You keep repeating, keep repeating Till you get a cramp until you get a cramp