Get Up

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