Get Up lyrics

Indecisions pre-empt holy war

Every religion has it’s

Drunkard and whores

We’re only your savior in the days of your need

Yet you drag our dead bodies through your piss

Landed streets

Your gods are guns that make you run to what you

Can’t conceive

Sit back and feed our wealth

Give me a bomb and I’ll drop it myself

Get up, get ready to go

Get up, you know you got to

Get up, ‘cause she’s ready to blow

Get up

Get up, get ready to go

Get up, you got to, got to

Get up, ‘cause she’s ready to blow

Get up

Done is the hatred that is scaling our walls

Won’t turn a blind eye when you’re storming our halls

If only once you had the presence of mind

You’d appreciate your fears if we left you behind

Does not our being to burn away in eastern sun?

Bury your heads in the sand

Then celebrate with out blood on your hand

Sit back and feed on the wealth

Hand me the bomb and I’ll drop it myself