Lyrics Get the Hell On - American Fangs

We're dressed up in suits, with no place to go and nothing to spare.
With no where to go
Let's get down to brass tacks and card board sacks.

Is it holy? Is it easy? Is it fashion at its best?

With your tongue down the throat of consumer goods.
I'm leaving the ball. Leaving the ball for the rest.

This song ain't for you. This song ain't for you.

Well you're all so fancy yeah. Well you're all so fancy yeah.
Get the hell on. Get the hell on.
Get the get the hell on. Get the hell on.
Well you're all so fancy yeah. Well you're all so fancy yeah.

Well now you're preaching like you imagined they'd do.
You'll do it again and again and all you sinners take off the suits.

Is it holy? Is it easy? Is it fashion at its best?

With your tongue down the throat of consumer goods.
I'm leaving the ball. Leaving the ball for the rest.

This song ain't for you. This song ain't for you.

Well you're all so fancy yeah. Well you're all so fancy yeah.
Get the hell on. Get the hell on.
Get the get the hell on. Get the hell on.
You're all so fancy yeah. Well you're all so fancy yeah.
Get the hell on. Get the hell on.
Get the get the hell on. Get the hell on.
You're all so fancy yeah. Well you're all so fancy yeah.
Well you're all so fancy yeah. Well you're all so fancy yeah.

This song ain't for you. This song ain't for you.

Well you're all so fancy yeah. Well you're all so fancy yeah.
Get the hell on. Get the hell on.
Get the get the hell on. Get the hell on.
You're all so fancy yeah. Well you're all so fancy yeah.
Get the hell on. Get the hell on.
Get the get the hell on. Get the hell on.
You're all so fancy yeah. Well you're all so fancy yeah.
Well you're all so fancy yeah. Well you're all so fancy yeah.