Get up get up, get out of your shell.
Run away from this home called hell.
Get out get out, get out before its too late.
Get up and out there and start a new slate.
Move west, move out to where the air is dank
and don't come to me, when you want someone to thank.
So Get up get up, get out of your shell.
Get out of that self-made hell in which you dwell.
Run around free naked in the rain
after you see Spain off the wing of the plane.
Go crazy with passion and motion
and get lost in the sea of emotion.
Lose yourself in your favorite dream
and wake up and want to scream.
Wish that everyday was a Friday
and that it isn't two weeks to payday.
So get up get up go out and prove your point
because you got to give it up on this joint.
You know the deal and the hell to pay
just to get up and make it through the everyday.

Get up get up, get out of this self-made hell.
get out of this dramatic play in which you've come to dwell.

06/20/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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