Bugles 'n Prings
Once in my life I was sitting on my couch
Life drifted by
Sitting in front of that screen too much
With an empty bag of potatoe fries
Looking at that empty bag, needed to be filled
Endlessly
Walking to my kitchen floor, opening my cupboard door
Frequently
Then it suddenly got to me
I needed to be freed
I've got my Bugles 'n Prings
And just a few thousand hours
I've got to get up, pack up, round up, suit up
And give life what it takes
And whatever it brings
You've got to give it your best shot
You've got to give up, clean up, rise up, keep up
And take life for what it is
So I took my bag and stuff walking out that door
So lonely
Looking for a place to hide, ashamed of what I'd done
To my soul
Then I saw this holy house
Welcoming me in
I've got my Bugles 'n Prings
And just a few thousand hours
I've got to get up, pack up, round up, suit up
And give life what it takes
And whatever it brings
You've got to give it your best shot
You've got to give up, clean up, rise up, keep up
And take life for what it is
I've got my Bugles 'n Prings (and just a few thousand hours)
I've got to get up, pack up, round up, suit up
And whatever it brings (you've got to give it your best shot)
You've got to give up, clean up, rise up, keep up
And take life for what it is
Life drifted by
Sitting in front of that screen too much
With an empty bag of potatoe fries
Looking at that empty bag, needed to be filled
Endlessly
Walking to my kitchen floor, opening my cupboard door
Frequently
Then it suddenly got to me
I needed to be freed
I've got my Bugles 'n Prings
And just a few thousand hours
I've got to get up, pack up, round up, suit up
And give life what it takes
And whatever it brings
You've got to give it your best shot
You've got to give up, clean up, rise up, keep up
And take life for what it is
So I took my bag and stuff walking out that door
So lonely
Looking for a place to hide, ashamed of what I'd done
To my soul
Then I saw this holy house
Welcoming me in
I've got my Bugles 'n Prings
And just a few thousand hours
I've got to get up, pack up, round up, suit up
And give life what it takes
And whatever it brings
You've got to give it your best shot
You've got to give up, clean up, rise up, keep up
And take life for what it is
I've got my Bugles 'n Prings (and just a few thousand hours)
I've got to get up, pack up, round up, suit up
And whatever it brings (you've got to give it your best shot)
You've got to give up, clean up, rise up, keep up
And take life for what it is
Credits
Writer(s): Daryl Jay Kyle Tanalepy
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