gotta get up man
gotta get up man
gotta get up man
gotta get up, gotta get up gotta get up
Tear out the pages man
Burn the book
Turn in the script man
don't take another look
turn the corner man
set the pace
take that step man
run your race
gotta get up man
gotta get up man
gotta get up man
gotta get up, gotta get up gotta get up
assemble your players man
build your stage
it ain't gonna be built for you
not today
the bowels of the Holy City are quaking man
we don't have long
tell your story man
sing your song
gotta get up man
gotta get up man
gotta get up man
gotta get up, gotta get up gotta get up
somewhere at the crossroads - near the corner of of Calhoun at King
a young man dances naked in the pelting rain and a squeaky streetsweeper sings
a five-A.M. requiem for my bestest friend and me
in the red-green-glow-go-light of Reveille
gotta get up man
gotta get up man
gotta get up man
gotta get up, gotta get up gotta get up
gotta get up man
gotta get up man
gotta get up man
gotta get up, gotta get up gotta get up