Reveille

Gotta get up man yeah yeah
Gotta get up man yeah yeah
Gotta get up man yeah yeah
Gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta get up

Tear out the pages, man, burn the book
Turn in the script, man, don't you dare take another look
Turn the corner, man, set the pace
Take that step man, take that step man, run your race

Gotta get up man yeah yeah
Gotta get up man yeah yeah
Gotta get up man yeah yeah
Gotta get up, 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 a long
Tell your story, man, Tell your story, man, Sing your song

Gotta get up man yeah yeah
Gotta get up man yeah yeah
Gotta get up man yeah yeah
Gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta get up

Somewhere at the crossroads
Near the corner of Calhoun at King
A young man dances naked in the pelting rain
And a squeaky streetsweeper sings
A 5AM requiem for my bestest friend and me
In the red green glow go light of Reveille

Gotta get up man yeah yeah
Gotta get up man yeah yeah
Gotta get up man yeah yeah
Gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta get up

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Gotta get up Gotta get up gotta get up gotta get up