Verse 1 Woke up in the morning, legs already sore, Four days into climbing, and I’m begging for more, Packed up all my gear, thought I had it right, Didn’t check the label in the early morning light. Hit the start line buzzing, ready for the grind, Didn’t know the chaos I was ’bout to find, Squeezed a little comfort where the sun don’t shine, Now I’m questioning every life choice of mine. Pre-Chorus Something’s feeling wrong, yeah it’s heating up fast, Every single stride is a fiery blast, Try to play it cool, but I’m losing my grace, There’s a five-alarm fire in a very bad place. Chorus Grabbed the That’s It Hot Rub, not the Anti-Chafe, Now my boys are burning up, shit, I’ve still gotta race! Running like a maniac, charging up the grade, 400 metres ain’t gonna climb itself today! Whoa-oh! Day four, still alive! Whoa-oh! Somehow we survive! Wrong tube, wrong place, what a hell of a start, But VERTual July’s already got my heart! Verse 2 Every step’s a gamble, every move’s a test, Trying not to think about the fire in my chest, Well, not my chest, but you know what I mean, This is not the kind of burn I’ve ever seen. People cheering loudly, “You’re doing great!” If they only knew my current state, Smiling through the pain, trying not to cry, Just another hill and I might survive. Pre-Chorus Sweat is pouring down, but it’s not the worst, It’s the kind of heat that makes you feel cursed, Keep on pushing forward, no time to complain, Just a little suffering for a whole lot of gain. Chorus Grabbed the That’s It Hot Rub, not the Anti-Chafe, Now my boys are burning up, shit, I’ve still gotta race! Running like a maniac, charging up the grade, 400 metres ain’t gonna climb itself today! Whoa-oh! Day four, still alive! Whoa-oh! Somehow we survive! Wrong tube, wrong place, what a hell of a start, But VERTual July’s already got my heart! Bridge Maybe next time I’ll read the label twice, Learn my lesson, take my own advice, But for now I’m stuck in this spicy fate, Climbing every hill like it’s my last day. Laugh it off, yeah, what else can I do? Turn the pain into a story that’s true, One day I’ll look back and say with a grin, “That’s the day I set my shorts on fire from within.” Final Chorus Grabbed the That’s It Hot Rub, not the Anti-Chafe, Now my boys are burning up, shit, I’ve still gotta race! Running like a maniac, charging up the grade, 400 metres ain’t gonna climb itself today! Whoa-oh! Day four, still alive! Whoa-oh! Somehow we survive! Wrong tube, wrong place, what a hell of a start, But VERTual July’s already got my heart!
