Better Get Up

Like a hobo siftin’ through landfill, or a black crow peckin’ at road kill

Or a poor boy pickin’ at the bones of a mixed grill that he found in an alleyway down by Greasy Joe’s

Like a lost soul ridin’ on cocaine, or a rich boy livin’ off his daddy’s gravy train

Or a blood sucker suckin’ on a nice blue vein, drainin’ every drop from your head down to your toes

 

Chorus:

If this is how you spend your day, waitin’ for crumbs to fall your way

You’d better get up, you’d better make your play.  Life won’t wait while you while away the hours and the hours become days…

 

Like a wannabe, swayin’ on her high heels

Or a chav sayin’ “Look at me, cruisin’ up and down in my hot wheels”

Or a Fleet Street preacher, tellin’ the world about the world and how it feels

Yeah, tellin’ everyone what everyone already knows

 

Repeat chorus

 

And the days become years, and the dream you’re chasin’ disappears

And before you know it, it’s all gone and your spirit cries “What’s goin’ on?”

Well, you never had your chance to shine, after all the years you stood in line

And in the blink of an ageing eye, your destination passed you by

While you waited, and waited.  Hesitated…

 

Repeat chorus