Lyrics:
Get UpChris CornellYou got a faded skyYou got no breathing roomYou got a wasted lifeYou got nothing to doGet upGet off the floorI said get upDo something moreYou need a backboneTo roll with the worldYou gotta get you oneTo run with the bullsYou ready?You ready?You ready?You ready?You got a pint of bloodYou got a losing handYou put a house of cardsOn a hill of sandGet upGet off the floorI said get upDo something moreYou need a backboneTo roll with the worldYou gotta get you oneTo run with the bullsYou ready?You ready?You ready?You ready?You've got a fatal flawSkeleton made of strawImages on the wallKeeping you in the darkYou're in a pack of wolvesTrying to live aloneIf you?re gonna be a moleGo back inside your holeGet upGet off the floorI said get upDo something moreYou need a backboneTo roll with the worldYou gotta get you oneTo run with the bullsYou ready?You ready?You ready?You ready?When it all falls downIn the long fallen townAnd it don't seem fairAnd the people don't care