Manual Labor Automatic Pain
Yard work hurts, but riffs still heal
The driveway is dirty, I need to sweep
But all I want to do is go back to sleep
Aching bones, grind beneath my skin
Feeling pain deep in every limb
I've got oil stains on the garage floor
But bending down makes my back feel sore
Push the wheelbarrow through the yard
Feels like hauling bricks and man it's hard
Trim the roses, clear the shed
Try not to pull somethin' in my head
Think about now that I've taken a break
When did chores start to feel this way
Put my feet up when the day is done
That long to-do list ain't fun
Take a breath but it starts again
Manual labor, automatic pain
Manual labor, automatic pain
My muscles are sore and my body is strained
My back is aching it never be the same
Manual labor, automatic pain
Manual labor, automatic pain
My muscles are sore and my body is strained
My back is aching it will never be the same
Manual labor, automatic pain
The fence needs fixing, paint has chipped away
The weeds in the garden won't let me sway
Hands feel heavy, grip slipping thin
And every movement stings within
Mowing the lawn in the midday sun
Sweat on my brow, but it's gotta get done
Hauling mulch in the afternoon heat
Blisters forming under my feet
The gutters clog with every rain
But clearing them out drives me insane
There's always more, no matter the day
No shortcut, no easy lane
Put my feet up when the day is done
That long to-do list ain't fun
Take a breath but it starts again
Manual labor, automatic pain
Manual labor, automatic pain
My muscles are sore and my body is strained
My back is aching it never be the same
Manual labor, automatic pain
Manual labor, automatic pain
My muscles are sore and my body is strained
My back is aching it will never be the same
Manual labor, automatic pain
Just ne more job, one little repair
I feel the creak, but I grin and bear
It's the same old story, but I'm stuck in the game
Manual labor, automatic pain
Manual labor, automatic pain
My muscles are sore and my body is strained
My back is aching it never be the same
Manual labor, automatic pain
Manual labor, automatic pain
My muscles are sore and my body is strained
My back is aching it will never be the same
Manual labor, automatic pain
Manual labor, automatic pain
My muscles are sore and my body is strained
My back is aching it never be the same
Manual labor, automatic pain
Manual labor, automatic pain
My muscles are sore and my body is strained
My back is aching it will never be the same
Manual labor, automatic pain
Manual Labor, Automatic Pain is the suburban battle cry for every aching back and busted knuckle. It’s loud, heavy, and painfully relatable—because getting older doesn’t mean giving up, it just means every riff hits as hard as the chores