Get Up - Kwes

Woke up in the garden

Very late this morning

Struggling & yawning

Creepy crawlies creeping

My mouth is dry

But my face is wet

From the morning dew

I’ve had more than a few

Tried to pull myself up

Roses point and laugh at me

Got this pain across my arm

Red armies stung me greatly

My mouth is dry

But my face is wet

From the tears from my eyes

I tilt my head to the sky

What am I going to do

To get myself out of this mess?

Tulip said «to get hold of yourself»

And this is what he said

Get get up

Stop feeling sorry for yourself

Get get up

Or in no time you will wither just like my old self

Get get up

Stop feeling sorry for yourself

Get get up

Or in no time you will wither

Get get up

Stop feeling sorry for yourself

Get get up

Or in no time you will wither just like my old self

Get get up

Stop feeling sorry for yourself

Get get up

Or in no time you will wither