Young Fathers - Get Up Lyrics

[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

[Hook]

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

[Hook]

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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