Текст Young Fathers – 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

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-dickwoo»-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