Lyrics Get Up - Radio Edit - 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
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
Get up
Get up
Come here and do the right thing
Get up and have a party
Get up
Get up

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 that 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 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 wooped-di-wood 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