Reveille

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