Texty: Airbourne. No Guts, No Glory. Get Busy Livin'.

It's all a lie
Everything I've been told
It's a phony lullaby
That I got blindly sold

Like a dog gone mad
In his raging heat
Like a gambler been had
And shunned to the streets
With nothing to eat

The damage is done
So let's drink it up
We got nothing to lose
It's up to you

Come on, get busy living
Or get busy dying
Come on, get busy living
Or get busy dying

I can't pay my bills
I can't pay the new tax
I got obsolete skills
So they gave me the axe

So I kiss the world goodbye
'Cause the times have changed
Oh no, it ain't the same, no
The future is slain
And I ain't to blame

The damage is done
So let's drink it up
We got nothing to lose
It's up to you

Come on, get busy living
Or get busy dying
Come on, get busy living
Or get busy dying

You gotta get up
You gotta get out
You gotta give it
All that you can

You gotta turn it up
And play it loud
'Cause that's what living
Is all about
Get busy

I'm gonna ride every wave
Break every chain in my way
Gonna live till I die
Drink and get high every day

Come on, get busy living
Or get busy dying
Come on, get busy living
Or get busy dying

Come on, get busy living
Or get busy dying
Come on, get busy living
Or get busy dying

Get busy
Are you living?
Get busy
Get busy living, yeah