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Come here and do the right thing
Get up and have a party
Get up, get up
Come here and do the right thing
Get up and have a party
Get up, get up
Got no past no future, fumbling through the ether
Take a ride in Aquila, cost you 30 liras
Pushy dealer hits the meter, a shrewd operator
In the shadow of a beacon, have a dirty weekend
Interesting proposition, insinuate then listen
Listen, listen
What a way to make a living, s-s-scissor to the ribbon
Throw my hands like a reverend, triple sixes double sevens
When I get down to this, I'm the catalyst
For a revolution, for a revolution
For a revolution-tion-tion-tion

Come here and do the right thing
Get up and have a party
Get up, get up
Come here and do the right thing
Get up and have a party
Get up, get up
Beautiful corpse, beautiful
How you lie so still, another life fulfilled
Oh, beautiful corpse, beautiful
How you lie so still, another life fulfilled
Fifteen hundred red cases, a multitude of faces
The body in the basement, double on the bunk bed
You better watch the babies, careful with your manners
Only drinking water on the Co-co-co-cabaña
Well built family, subject to the battery, the battery
Mental men are manic in their manacles
I meant to make a metaphor for radicals
Taking off my clothes at the lido
All I got is my decadent credo
I don't think that I could watch you posing dead
Get up, get up
Get up, get up
Come here and do the right thing
Get up and have a party
Get up, get up
Abandoned by a suffragette, given to a gang of gits
Sold to a pack of losers downtown Apalucia
I heard you got guns, well I got fun
I got something sweet, what you call sin so
You lose, I win
I saw some bunch of cowboys today
I wooped-di-wood and they turned and rode away
Get up, get up
Get up, get up
Come here and do the right thing
Get up and have a party
Get up, get up
Come here and do the right thing
Get up and have a party
Get up, get up
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Ol’ Dirty chose his moniker because there was no father to his bastard style. Young Fathers earn theirs by making something so fresh it doesn’t yet have a name. These are three fellas from Edinburgh who’ve been working together since they were 14, who have an elastic mind meld that mimics their fused sensibility of sound, who one day locked themselves in a dingy Scottish basement and came out with something that’d never been done — a fearless combination of beat, rap and song that smells not only of its dark and dank birthplace, but of discovery and of communion.


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