Get Up

Caress the drum, strike the harp.
Your razor's dull, but your wit is sharp.
Get up, get up and make your way.

Your running hot blood turned slowly cold.
Days just passing, as you get more old.
Shout out, shout out and find your way.

This box is a prison, but the box protects.
We keep on bending 'til we break our necks.
So break out, break out and lead the way.

It's not all the deaths that harm and haunt you;
It's the living present that tears and taunts you.
Breathe, breathe deep and feel your way.

You can't drive blind; you gotta steer the wheel.
You never ante up, you never close the deal.
Now go out, go out and take your way.

Dance the cha cha, or don't dance at all.
You can't get up 'til you complete the fall.
Now get up, get up and make your way.
Make your way.



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Daniel Irwin
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