Verse 1 Clock in — fluorescent crown Steel-toe kings in a paper town All you fools so full of yourselves I’d feel sorry if I felt anything else Forklift ballet in a concrete land You talk big with your soft little hands My enemies call me “Mister Clean” Keep it sharp — keep it mean ⸻ Pre-Chorus You can posture, you can pretend You can smile like we’re all your friends But if you can’t join them… ⸻ Chorus Beat ’em with your Hulk Hands Beat ’em up Bash ’em up Beat ’em with your Hulk Hands Beat ’em up Smash it up Beat ’em with your Hulk Hands Beat ’em up Break the rut If you can’t join them… Beat ’em with your Hulk Hands ⸻ Verse 2 Clipboard prophets and safety vests Talking loud like they know what’s best Work smarter — not just harder I build muscle, you build armor Radio static and diesel breath Every shift feels a little like death But I’m still here, I’m still grand Green knuckles, iron hand ⸻ Pre-Chorus You can posture, you can pretend You can smile like we’re all your friends But if you can’t join them… ⸻ Chorus Beat ’em with your Hulk Hands Beat ’em up Bash ’em up Beat ’em with your Hulk Hands Beat ’em up Smash it up Beat ’em with your Hulk Hands Beat ’em up Break the rut If you can’t join them… Beat ’em with your Hulk Hands ⸻ Bridge (Half-time, stompier) Big green grip on the overtime Teeth grit tight on borrowed time You want clean? I’m Mr. Clean But pressure makes the muscle mean Clap — clap Lift — slam Clap — clap Hulk Hands ⸻ Final Chorus (More Gang Vocals) Beat ’em with your Hulk Hands Beat ’em up Bash ’em up Beat ’em with your Hulk Hands Beat ’em up Smash it up If you can’t join them… Beat ’em with your Hulk Hands (Outro: riff loops harder, gang shouts fading)
