An Impulse Music - Training Tyrant Lyrics

He's the master of the gym, no mercy in his eyes
With a whistle and a frown, he's ready to chastise
"Drop and give me twenty!" is his favorite refrain
No room for your excuses, no tolerance for pain

He's the Training Tyrant, the fitness king
No excuses, no slack, just the real thing
Laugh while you sweat, cry while you grin
Under his rule, your new life begins

His gym's a battlefield, his words a sharpened blade
Cutting through the laziness, no room for charade
"Lift it higher, run that mile, feel the burn inside
With every drop of sweat, your old self died

He's the Training Tyrant, the fitness king
No excuses, no slack, just the real thing
Laugh while you sweat, cry while you grin
Under his rule, your new life begins

"Pain is just weakness leaving your soul
He's a drill sergeant on a muscle-building roll
"Faster, stronger, better every day
With my iron fist, you'll find your way

He's the Training Tyrant, the fitness king
No excuses, no slack, just the real thing
Laugh while you sweat, cry while you grin
Under his rule, your new life begins

So when you see him coming, better get in line
The Training Tyrant's here, no place to whine
In his gym of pain, you'll find your might
With a laugh and a roar, he'll make it right