You got a faded sky
You 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?

You ready?

You ready?

You got a 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?

You ready?

You ready?

You 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
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?

You ready?

You ready?

You ready?

When it all falls down

And the law don't count

And it don't seem fair

And the people don't care