Torn hands and bloodied shins,
The orchestra starts and the dance begins.
With a stamp of the feet, in a cloud of chalk,
The bar is loaded, this ain’t no time to talk.
Smooth off the ground, bar up and back,
Stay patient and wait to unleash the attack.
Bring the bar to your hips, arched angel in flight,
Dance with the bar at the speed of light.
The music dies, the dance the done.
With bar overhead, the battle is won.
Stand it up with conviction and slam the bar down.
Roar like a lion and take a bow
Athletic Evolution 2013