Get a Grip lyrics

I got a rip in my pants and a hole in my brand new shoes
I got a Margarita nose and a breath full of Mad Dog Booze

[Chorus:]
I got the fever, fever, fever, fever

Yeah, they threw me outa jail I tell ya it ain't fair
I tried to kiss the judge from the electrica' chair
Yeah we're all here cause we're not all there tonight....

The guitar's cranked and the bass man's blown a fuse

Well I woke up this morning
On the wrong side of the bed
And how I got to thinkin'
About all those things you said
About ordinary people
And how they make you sick
And if callin' names kicks back on you
Then I hope this does the trick

'Cause I'm a sick of your complainin'
About how many bills
And I'm sick of all your bitchin'
Bout your poodles and your pills
And I just can't see no humour

Come Here baby
You know you drive me up a wall the way you make good on all the
nasty tricks you pull
Seems like we're makin' up more than we're makin' love
And it always seems you got somn' on your mind other than me
Girl, you got to change your crazy ways
You hear me

Say you're leavin' on a seven thirty train and that you're headin'
out to Hollywood

There was a time
When I was so broken hearted
Love wasn't much of a friend of mine
The tables have turned, yeah
'Cause me and them ways have parted
That kind of love was the killin' kind
Now listen
All I want is someone I can't resist
I know all I need to know by the way that I got kissed

I was cryin' when I met you
Now I'm tryin' to forget you
Love is sweet misery
I was cryin' just to get you

You wonder why you got holes in your shoes
You wonder why they got more money than you
You wonder why you got nothin' to lose
It makes no sense, don't try to figure it out
You gotta . . . walk on down
Walk on down
Walk on down
When you're shit outta luck
There's just one thing to do and that's
Walk on down
Walk on down
Walk on down
When you're shit outta luck

There's somethin' wrong with the world today
I don't know what it is
Something's wrong with our eyes

We're seein' things in a different way
And God knows it ain't his
It shore ain't no surprise

Livin' on the edge
Livin' on the edge
Livin' on the edge
Livin' on the edge

There's somethin' wrong with the world today
The light bulb's gettin dim
There's meltdown in the sky

[Chorus:]
Got to get a grip
Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity
If you think I'm vein, better shut ya lip
I can't explain how to be fat city
You gotta live large, gotta let it rip

Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity
Don't cha gimme no flack, honey shut ya lip
Ya gotta have stones if you're living in the city
If ya wanna hang loose gotta get a grip rip

Wake up kids
It's half past the youth
Nothing really changing but the date

You a grand slammer
but you're no Babe Ruth
You gotta learn how to relate

I heard you swinging from the perly gate
I got all answers low and behold
You got the right key baby
but the wrong key hole, yo

Any way you can feel it
You shouldn't try to conceal it baby
You got to make up your mind

Any way I can steal it
Any way you can deal it to me
You know the pleasure's all mine

You gotta love it
You better own it
You gotta love it
And God knows it
You gotta shu uh shove it
I'm gonna make things happen
Goin' round'n, round'n, round'n, round'n,

[Chorus:]
Talk is cheap, shut up and dance
Don't get deep, shut up and dance

Love has got me down
The weight is all around
So you lend a hand to peace on earth
Here's my piece, now what's it worth
Yea, but it's all right

When you can't define the crime
Then life ain't worth a dime
When they take away everything you got
And they rub your nose in the funky spot
Not without a fight

The day rolls in, the night rolls out
Desire rules without a doubt
The heart beats fast, you salivate
And when you come it won't be late
I guess by now you got the score
A little taste you want it more
From San Antonio to Marrakesh
Yeah when the night comes
Every body's gotta have FLESH
You got me all soakin' wet
FLESH - the only thing that's worth the sweat
From the day that Eve did Adam

I took a course in Hallelujah
I went to night school for de blues
I took some stuff they said would cool ya
But nothing seemed to light my fuse
But it's all in the past
Like a check that's in the mail
She was a tall whiskey glass
I was an old hound dog
That just loved to chase his tail

Until I met a blind man
Who taught me how to see a blind man
Who could change night into the day

I kept the right ones out and let the wrong ones in
Had an angel of mercy to see me through all my sins
There were times in my life when I was goin' insane
Tryin' to walk through the pain

And when I lost my grip and I hit the floor
Yeah, I tought I could leave but couldn't get out the door
I was so sick and tired of livin' a lie
I was wishing that I would die

[Instrumental]

If you think that you're strong
Wanna fight well come on
And line up
When the going gets tough
And your talk ain't enough
Line up

We gotta get up, get out before they get us down
Coz livin up against the wall, yeah
Has got us locked up
Come on and line up
So don't be surprised when they pull the wool over yo eyes
You don't get funked up

If you gots all the stuff
And you can't get enough