You got a faded sky
You got no breathing room
You got a wasted life
You got nothing to do
Get up
Get off the floor
I said get up
Do something more
You need a backbone
To roll with the world
You gotta get you one
To run with the bulls
You ready?
You ready?
You ready?
You ready?
You got a pint of blood
You got a losing hand
You put a house of cards
On a hill of sand
Get up
Get off the floor
I said get up
Do something more
You need a backbone
To roll with the world
You gotta get you one
To run with the bulls
You ready?
You ready?
You ready?
You ready?
You've got a fatal flaw
Skeleton made of straw
Images on the wall
Keeping you in the dark
You're in a pack of wolves
Trying to live alone
If you're gonna be a mole
Go back inside your hole
Get up
Get off the floor
I said get up
Do something more
You need a backbone
To roll with the world
You gotta get you one
To run with the bulls
You ready?
You ready?
You ready?
You ready?
When it all falls down
In the long fallen town
And it don't seem fair
And the people don't care
