High-Speed Yoga

Breathe!
(In, out, in, out)
(In, out, in, out)

Hello, my name is Satan, the instructor for this class
And I won't lie, this hour's gonna knock you on your ass
'Cause this is high-speed yoga, it's not yoga for the weak
Your chances of survival are all looking pretty bleak
It's hell's highway to fitness, and we're burning down the road
We're doing high-speed yoga, my heart's ready to explode

Breathe!
(In, out, in, out)
(In, out, in, out)

No pain, no gain, the mantra being drilled into our heads
We're doing high-speed yoga, muscles being ripped to shreds
The old and out of shape are dropping dead now left and right
Somebody call the EMS and get 'em here on sight
And every death, another twinkle in the devil's eye
He laughs as we cry for salvation, looking toward the sky

Breathe!
(In, out, in, out)
(In, out, in, out)

"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger,"
That is what they say
We're doing high-speed yoga
If you're alive, then namaste