Stand Up Songtext
von The Revivalists
Stand Up Songtext
And I should′ve been murdered by now
Oh, I've got fifteen people wondering
How the hell′d he make it out
I carry this bucket of pain
And I've got eighteen dollars to my mother fucking name
And it's not a life, it′s a game
And I′m a two ton wrecking ball filled with pain
And I've got a lot to say
And I′m still feeling good from yesterday, so
(Stand up) if you're out in the crowd
(Get down) make the doctor proud
(Stand up) if you′re out in the crowd
(Get down) make the doctor proud
Well, I don't know everything, but I sure wish I did
But, then every time I′d catch a case
I wouldn't pop off so much at the lid
I'd have my get out of jail card
Popped cool and ready to go
And then I′d pay my tax and bail money
′Cause I'm a tax paying fool, so we gotta
(Stand up) if you′re out in the crowd
(Get down) make the doctor proud
(Stand up) if you're out in the crowd
(Get down) make the doctor proud
Stand up
Get down
Oh, stand up
Get down
Take it away
He′s a little boy with a son and a daughter
Got no wife, no, he's got no father
Just trying to make it through this so hard, hard winter
Toes freezing, no reason
He′s got no dinner
He's a product of the music
A product of his time
A product of addiction in a very long line
Of users and abusers who just couldn't keep it straight
Oh, man, I wish I didn′t know one
I hope it ain′t too late, so won't you call your mama
Call your daddy and call your sister, too
′Cause we've been out here walking that hard line
You never ever could′ve made it through
And now we're seven hundred billion strong
We still can′t tell right from wrong
So I'ma keep on dreaming 'til the cows come home
When drug store America starts taking care of their own
Start taking care of their own
Yeah, yeah
So we gotta
(Stand up) if you′re out in the crowd
(Get down) make the doctor proud
(Stand up) if you′re out in the crowd
(Get down) make the doctor proud
Stand up
And get down
Oh, stand up
And get down
Oh, you gotta stand up, ooh, yeah
We're living for this feeling, we got nowhere to go
Stand up, ooh, yeah
I′m living for this feeling, I got nowhere to go
Stand up, ooh, yeah
We're living for this feeling, we got nowhere to go
Stand up
Oh, I've got fifteen people wondering
How the hell′d he make it out
I carry this bucket of pain
And I've got eighteen dollars to my mother fucking name
And it's not a life, it′s a game
And I′m a two ton wrecking ball filled with pain
And I've got a lot to say
And I′m still feeling good from yesterday, so
(Stand up) if you're out in the crowd
(Get down) make the doctor proud
(Stand up) if you′re out in the crowd
(Get down) make the doctor proud
Well, I don't know everything, but I sure wish I did
But, then every time I′d catch a case
I wouldn't pop off so much at the lid
I'd have my get out of jail card
Popped cool and ready to go
And then I′d pay my tax and bail money
′Cause I'm a tax paying fool, so we gotta
(Stand up) if you′re out in the crowd
(Get down) make the doctor proud
(Stand up) if you're out in the crowd
(Get down) make the doctor proud
Stand up
Get down
Oh, stand up
Get down
Take it away
He′s a little boy with a son and a daughter
Got no wife, no, he's got no father
Just trying to make it through this so hard, hard winter
Toes freezing, no reason
He′s got no dinner
He's a product of the music
A product of his time
A product of addiction in a very long line
Of users and abusers who just couldn't keep it straight
Oh, man, I wish I didn′t know one
I hope it ain′t too late, so won't you call your mama
Call your daddy and call your sister, too
′Cause we've been out here walking that hard line
You never ever could′ve made it through
And now we're seven hundred billion strong
We still can′t tell right from wrong
So I'ma keep on dreaming 'til the cows come home
When drug store America starts taking care of their own
Start taking care of their own
Yeah, yeah
So we gotta
(Stand up) if you′re out in the crowd
(Get down) make the doctor proud
(Stand up) if you′re out in the crowd
(Get down) make the doctor proud
Stand up
And get down
Oh, stand up
And get down
Oh, you gotta stand up, ooh, yeah
We're living for this feeling, we got nowhere to go
Stand up, ooh, yeah
I′m living for this feeling, I got nowhere to go
Stand up, ooh, yeah
We're living for this feeling, we got nowhere to go
Stand up
Writer(s): Ed Williams, Andrew Stephen Campanelli, Robert Ingraham, Zachary Feinberg, George M. Gekas, David William Shaw, Michael Girardot Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com