Young Fathers - Get Up Lyrics
Come here and do the right thingGet up and have a partyGet up, get upCome here and do the right thingGet up and have a partyGet up, get upGot no past, no future, fumbling through the etherTake a ride in aquila, cost you 30 lirasPushy dealer hits the meter, a shrewd operatorIn the shadow of a beacon have a dirty weekendInteresting proposition, insinuate then listenWhat a way to make a living, scissor to the ribbonThrow my hands like a reverend, triple sixes, double sevensWhen I get down to this I'm the catalystFor a revolution, for a revolutionFor a revolutionCome here and do the right thingGet up and have a partyGet up, get upCome here and do the right thingGet up and have a partyGet up, get upBeautiful corpseBeautifulHow you lie so still?Another life fulfilledOh, beautiful corpseBeautifulHow you lie so still?Another life fulfilledFifteen hundred red cases, a multitude of facesThe body in the basement, double on the bunk bedYou better watch the babies, careful with your mannersOnly drinking water on the cabanaWell-built family, subject to the battery the batteryMental men are manic in their manaclesI meant to make a metaphor for radicalsTaking off my clothes at the lidoAll I got is my decadent credoI don't think that I could watch you posing deadGet up, get upGet up, get upCome here and do the right thingGet up and have a partyGet up, get upAbandoned by a suffragette, given to a gang of gitsSold to a pack of losers downtown apaluciaI heard you got guns, well, I got funI got something sweet, what you call sin soYou lose, I winI saw some bunch of cowboys todayI whooped-di-wood and they turned and rode awayGet up, get upGet up, get upCome here and do the right thingGet up and have a partyGet up, get upCome here and do the right thingGet up and have a partyGet up, get up