No pain, no gain
Plain white protein
Supplement your diet with a daily regime
Bulk shake
Heart break
A million pills
Healthy living made me ill
I can’t catch my breath
I exercised myself to death

Too much, too young
No moderation
Never read the labels, never take caution
Take the pharmaceuticals, build the body beautiful
Dumbbell
Drug hell
Dying in a stairwell
Tight chest 
Bed rest
Six months left
I exercised myself to death

And I ain’t workin’ out on muscle farm no more
I ain’t workin’ out on muscle farm no more
I ain’t gonna train
I was forced to refrain by the physical pain
The mass that I gained
Laid down, bed bound, fused to the sheets
It’s a sticky end for the fitness freak
Laid down, bed bound, fused to the sheets
It’s a sticky end

No pain, no gain
Slipped disk
Back strain
Pink thighs rubbing on the red raw raised veins
Pump iron
Kink spine
Suffer on your own time
Leakage
Seepage
Genital shrinkage
I can’t catch my breath 
I exercised myself to death
I can’t catch my breath
I exercised myself to death

And I ain’t workin’ out on muscle farm no more
I ain’t gonna work on muscle farm no more
I ain’t gonna train
I was forced to refrain by the physical pain wracking my frame
Laid down, bed bound, fused to the sheets
It’s a sticky end for the fitness freak
Laid down, bed bound, fused to the sheets
It’s a sticky end.

I Exercised Myself To Death!

MATT STOCKL - I Exercised Myself to Death!

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Daft songs. Grubby recordings.
 
“Incredibly elegant and creatively insightful lyrics…delivers something standout amongst the thousands of other acoustic guitar singer songwriters.” Linda Serck, BBC Introducing
 
“Smart, engaging songwriting.”  - Lach's Songwriter's Cellar
 
“Matt Stockl's Charm is his delectable way with words, demonstrating on first encounter his musical out-pouring. It was clear to me that his creativity towards writing flowed naturally, giving us an array of poetical, hypnotising, witty and thought provoking lyrics. His words sustained a lingering resonance through his projection of song...from the word go I was pulled into the sea of words Matt provided...”   - Miff Morris, New Hellfire Club Glasgow
 
“Matt Stockl continues to charm his audiences with soulful and somewhat strange musical outpourings”  - thisisfeast.co.uk
 
“Poetic, throwaway vocals.”  Jack Hepplewhite, Mr. Blind Pig Promotions
 
“I have been told that it is quite rude to compare singers to other singers.  And to be honest, if it wasn't rude to do so, I'm not sure I would anyway.  Because I couldn't.  His dulcet tones, off-beat tunes and poetic lyrics have intoxicated me.” Music blog, ‘Life of Lu’

MATT STOCKL - I Exercised Myself to Death!

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