Stand UP

Stand UP!

In the world of ten-thousand things,
All the choices and demanding voices
Calling and cursing and pleading and asking and asking and asking…
It is easy to forget your own name, make a life out of plastic and hide
Out in the television for about half the time it takes to live a life.
It used to be easier to be alive. There were people to throw you a life-line.
It used to be that we all knew how to live the good life
And die a good death, but now we only know the harshest of reality…
We're beat up, screwed up, jerked around, put down!
Mess 'em up good and call it another fucking day in the life of an
American disaster. Feed ‘em on fear and lies then crank up the call-up to
Fight for the American nightmare.

In the world of ten-thousand lies, all the people rushing by and looking back
At the past and wondering, What the hell happened to my life? Looking
At the future and asking, What the fuck am I going to do with my life?
It's easy to forget about your history when you're always high
On one of the ten-thousand things that take you right out of your skin.
It used to be easier to be alive.
It used to be that we knew how to live the good life.
And death was just a word, and not a lifestyle.
The pain that comes with giving up so young and thinking, Fuck it!
You can't tell me how to live my life! I don't give a damn about anything any more.

In the world of the millions and billions of hard-case losers, the American people
Vomited out all over the street, the loser boys and girls that can't get it
Right and their loser parents who can't make enough money to even pay the
Fucking rent— Can't buy food and gasoline in the same week. You aren’t worth
Shit if you can't buy the ten-thousands of things that keep you deep in debt--
And the money has not trickled down yet!
I hope you weren't holding your breath
Waiting for the jackpot to come in. It's enough to make you sick enough to join the
War.
Kick some other loser's ass! We used to make enough money to get by.
We used to know how to live the good life.
The murder of our hope for a future kicks us down, and we sign up to die
For the rich pricks in a world of ten-thousand-thousand enemies.
You have to be on guard and walk the lazer-line

Between us and them… Start another war to overthrow the instigators of our misery.
In the world of the ten-thousand reasons to go to war and fight over the last of our
Precious resources for the fucks who own the plastic and the
Metal and the
Oil and the
Filthy air we breathe... Stand up! Stop throwing your life in the trash for nothing —
Remember how to live!
It used to be we all knew how to dance the good life long before we let them cage us
In debt and hate and work us like dogs-- we shared the sweet life!
And death was a end, not a life-style. Not a walking around attitude of bringing the
House we can't even afford to own down on our own heads. Wake up!
Refuse to believe the lies. Refuse to walk the chalk line straight into the
Green teeth of Destruction. We’re all human beings. Wake up and remember how to
Love.

Stop being a tool in the hands of the monsters
Stop being a fool and letting the tv control your life
Stop being a servant to the rich and fighting their battles
Stop giving up and losing yourself in madness and drugs

Stand up!
Come on, baby,
Stand up!