Young Fathers - Get Up lyrics

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[Hook]

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

What a way to make a living, 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

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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 cabana

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

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Abandoned by a suffragette, given to a gang of gits

Sold to a pack of losers downtown Apalucia

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 whooped-di-wood and they turned and rode away

Get up, get up

Get up, get up

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