Lyrics Up & Rise - Hazmat Modine

Up & Rise

Wendell Sparks was a green crusader
Runnin' errands on a 3-speed Schwinn
Dodgin' taxis;
a kamikaze
Slippin' out as they were sliding in
In October, paid on a Sunday
Rain is coming, got to get back home
No handing;
he’s moving
The street is empty and he’s all alone
Loose gravel;
the wheels are slippin'
He hits the pavement with a jolt of pain
Wendell knew it;
he blew it
Say goodbye before you change your name
(Whoa oh oh)
Before you speak my praise
(Whoa oh oh)
Before you tell some lies
(Whoa oh oh)
Before you dig my grave
(Whoa oh oh)
I’m gonna up and rise
I’m gonna up and rise
On the roof, in late November
John is angry, but the leak won’t stop
He had a drink (huh), he’s not sober
To keep him warm, but not a lot
Wind is whippin', the night is comin'
His shoes are heavy and his hands are numb
He’s poundin';
he’s slippin'
He feels he’s shifting but what’s done is done
Slowly falling, he hears his calling
He asks foregiveness from his sullen wife
«Please, Mary.
I’m so sorry
I’ll make you happy in another life.»
(Whoa oh oh)
Before you speak my praise
(Whoa oh oh)
Before you tell some lies
(Whoa oh oh)
Before you dig my grave
(Whoa oh oh)
I’m gonna up and rise
I’m gonna up and rise
From her meeting, so disturbing
The boss is cruel and she’s losing faith
Rosina leaves the building
She feels like crying, but she’s got to wait
On the way to the subway station
Conversations runnin' in her head
She wants to quit;
she can’t hack it
The kids are hungry and she needs a breath
Down the stairs, she’s descending
The train is waiting but it rolls along
She’s running;
her mind is spinning
Now she’s fallen and the train is gone
(Whoa oh oh)
Before you speak my praise
(Whoa oh oh)
Before you tell some lies
(Whoa oh oh)
Before you dig my grave
(Whoa oh oh)
I’m gonna up and rise
I’m gonna up and rise
(Whoa oh oh)
Before you speak my praise
(Whoa oh oh)
Before you tell some lies
(Whoa oh oh)
Before you dig my grave
(Whoa oh oh)
I’m gonna up and rise
I’m gonna up and rise