Young Fathers Get Up Lyrics

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Digital Media 1
  • 1 No Way
  • 2 Low
  • 3 Just Another Bullet
  • 4 War
  • 5 Get Up
  • 6 Dip
  • 7 Paying
  • 8 Mmmh Mmmh
  • 9 Hangman
  • 10 Am I Not Your Boy
  • 11 I've Arrived
  • 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
    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-cabaƱa
    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

    Written by: Alloysious Massaquoi, Graham Hastings, Kayus Bankole, Timothy Brinkhurst
    Lyrics © THIRD SIDE MUSIC INC.

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