I’m waking up, with Cheeto dust
My belly’s covered with pizza crust
I’m using my inhaler now (Wheezes)
I’m out of shape, fattening up
I’m sipping Coke from a solo cup
Donut crumbs are upon my lips
Whoa
The TVs on,
I really hate this show
I can’t reach my remote control
Welcome to my new place, to my new place
Sorry it’s a cramped space,
but it’s my place
Whoah oh oh Whoah oh
I’m really inactive, I’m so inactive
Whoah oh oh Whoah oh
I’m really inactive, highly inactive
My muscle’s gone, Atropheed
Always lose my fight with gravity
I rest my bones, and just chillax
Whoa
My nordic tracks, collecting dust
And my stair-masters a pile of rust
This is it, The Inertia
Whoa
I can’t get up,
this couch is part of me
I’m growing cobwebs, on my knee
Pretty sad for my age, sad for my age
I could break my rib cage,
here is my age
Whoah oh oh Whoah oh
I’m really inactive, yes, quite inactive
Whoah oh oh Whoah oh
I’m really inactive, not very active
Near comatose, no exercise
Don’t tag my toe, I’m still alive
I’m giving up,
my energy is shot
I’m never moving from this spot
Never move from this place, move from this place
I’ll stay here in this place,
right in this place
Whoah oh oh Whoah oh
I’m really inactive, just so inactive
Whoah oh oh Whoah oh
I’m really inactive, Not so attractive