GET UP - Young Fathers

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

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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

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Come here and do the right thing

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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 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!)

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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)

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Come here and do the right thing

Get up and have a party

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Come here and do the right thing

Get up and have a party

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