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

Heavy riffs? Check. Big hooks? Always. Lyrics? Grown-ass and gut-punching. It’s for the ones who used to rage—and still do, just with recovery time

Heavy riffs? Check. Big hooks? Always. Lyrics? Grown-ass and gut-punching. It’s for the ones who used to rage—and still do, just with recovery time