Get up!
Stand up, I won't lay here to die. Get your foot off my neck, already dead on the inside
F*ck that, we've taken all that we can take and you won't break us
Forget what they say you are
We're sick of sleeping in the dirt
Your own legs have have taken you this far
We'll find our own way out
Everybody wants to dance, but the music's left the room and we're all staring at our shoes thinking how
If we had another chance, we'd wait for time to stop, giving all you've had you've never given up
Stop the relentless exploitation, no one wants to buy what you're selling
In this dejected place without a lifeline, every day we get closer to our flatline
Forget what they say you are
We're sick of sleeping in the dirt
Your own legs have have taken you this far
We'll find our own way out
Everybody wants to dance, but the music's left the room and we're all staring at our shoes thinking how
If we had another chance, we'd wait for time to stop, giving all you've had you've never given up
Everybody wants to dance, but the music's left the room and we're all staring at our shoes thinking how
If we had another chance, we'd wait for time to stop, giving all you've had you've never given up
The Bangover - Flatline Lyrics
The Bangover - Flatline Lyrics
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Get up!
Stand up, I won't lay here to die. Get your foot off my neck, already dead on the inside
F*ck that, we've taken all that we can take and you won't break us
Forget what they say you are
We're sick of sleeping in the dirt
Your own legs have have taken you this far
We'll find our own way out
Everybody wants to dance, but the music's left the room and we're all staring at our shoes thinking how
If we had another chance, we'd wait for time to stop, giving all you've had you've never given up
Stop the relentless exploitation, no one wants to buy what you're selling
In this dejected place without a lifeline, every day we get closer to our flatline
Forget what they say you are
We're sick of sleeping in the dirt
Your own legs have have taken you this far
We'll find our own way out
Everybody wants to dance, but the music's left the room and we're all staring at our shoes thinking how
If we had another chance, we'd wait for time to stop, giving all you've had you've never given up
Everybody wants to dance, but the music's left the room and we're all staring at our shoes thinking how
If we had another chance, we'd wait for time to stop, giving all you've had you've never given up
Stand up, I won't lay here to die. Get your foot off my neck, already dead on the inside
F*ck that, we've taken all that we can take and you won't break us
Forget what they say you are
We're sick of sleeping in the dirt
Your own legs have have taken you this far
We'll find our own way out
Everybody wants to dance, but the music's left the room and we're all staring at our shoes thinking how
If we had another chance, we'd wait for time to stop, giving all you've had you've never given up
Stop the relentless exploitation, no one wants to buy what you're selling
In this dejected place without a lifeline, every day we get closer to our flatline
Forget what they say you are
We're sick of sleeping in the dirt
Your own legs have have taken you this far
We'll find our own way out
Everybody wants to dance, but the music's left the room and we're all staring at our shoes thinking how
If we had another chance, we'd wait for time to stop, giving all you've had you've never given up
Everybody wants to dance, but the music's left the room and we're all staring at our shoes thinking how
If we had another chance, we'd wait for time to stop, giving all you've had you've never given up
Writer: Hermanus Vermeulen, Sarel Reynolds
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: The Bangover
Language: English
Length: 3:11
Written by: Hermanus Vermeulen, Sarel Reynolds