Bodies - Chuck

Your brain pulsin', you can’t comprehend

Your hair shaved in the punk band

Your hand sweatin‘ in another hand

Your pants too tight as you make a stand

Your bones are growin' pimples and plans

Your chest dirty, the soil you’ve slammed

Your heart aches, Mary Anne

Your ever dwindling attention span

Your carpal tunnel, your pain, and your fans

Your toes slidin‘ in the quicksand

Your vegan diet, your creams and your cans

Your body movin‘ across the vast land

In search of someone who understands

Your heart aches, Mary Anne

Your heart takes, Mary Anne

Your heart breaks, Mary Anne