Lyrics GET UP - Young Fathers

GET UP

Come here and do the right thing
Get up and have a party
Get up
Get up
Come here and do the right thing
Get up and have a party
Get up
Get up
Got no past, no future
Fumbling through the ether
Take a ride in Aquila
Cost you 30 liras
Pushy dealer hits the meter
A shrewd operator
In the shadow of a beacon
Have a dirty weekend
Interesting proposition
Insinuate then listen
Listen listen
What a way to make a living
S-s-scissor to the ribbon
Throw my hands like a reverend
Triple sixes, double sevens
When I get down to this
I’m the catalyst
For a revolution
For a revolution
For a revolution-tion-tion-tion
Come here and do the right thing
Get up and have a party
Get up
Get up
Come here and do the right thing
Get up and have a party
Get up
Get up
Beautiful corpse
Beautiful
How you lie so still?
Another life fulfilled
Oh beautiful corpse
Beautiful
How you lie so still
Another life fulfilled
Fifteen hundred red cases
A multitude of faces
The body in the basement
Double on the bunk bed
You better watch the babies
Careful with your manners
Only drinking water on the Co-co-co-cabaña
Well built family
Subject to the battery the battery
Mental men are manic in their manacles
I meant to make a metaphor for radicals
Taking off my clothes at the lido
All I got is my decadent credo
I don’t think that I could watch you posing dead
(I don’t think I could watch you posing dead!)
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Come here and do the right thing
Get up and have a party
Get up
Get up
Abandoned by a suffragette
Given to a gang of gits
Sold to a pack of losers downtown Appalucia
I heard you got guns
Well, I got fun
I got something sweet
What you call sin, so
You lose
I win
(I saw some bunch of cowboys today
I «wooped-di-woo"-ed and they turned and rode away)
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Come here and do the right thing
Get up and have a party
Get up
Get up
Come here and do the right thing
Get up and have a party
Get up
Get up