You've 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,)
(Get ready,)
You got 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,)
(Get ready,)
You 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
Crawl back inside your hole
You've got a faded sky You've 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,) (Get ready,) You got 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,) (Get ready,) You 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 Crawl back inside your hole Explain Request ×
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