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The Get Up Kids
The Get Up Kids


Background information
Origin Kansas City, Missouri, United States
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Emo
Indie Rock
Years active 1995—present
Label(s) Vagrant Records
Doghouse Records
Associated acts Reggie And The Full Effect
Coalesce
The New Amsterdams
Blackpool Lights
The Anniversary
Braid
Spoon
The Terrible Twos
Koufax
Website Website
Members
Matthew Pryor
Jim Suptic
Rob Pope
Ryan Pope
James Dewees
Former members
Nathan Shay
Thomas Becker



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The Get Up Kids Album


There Are Rules (01/25/2011)
01/25/2011
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The Widow Paris
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Birmingham
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Past Is Past (Japanese bonus track)
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Walk 'Em With Grace (Japanese bonus track)
. . .


You've got the dirty bones
And I've got nothing to wash them with
But after we sing this song
I've got so little left
I've got less
Oh, how the collar's strong
The links disintegrate one by one
Just pull the yoke along
Cause I've got nothing tithe

Like I have promised I would do
Still I am at fault
Take this paltry advantage that is due
Before you take a soul

You've got the gold throne
And I've got the broken hands
You've got the gold throne
And I've got nothing to tithe

Like I have promised I would do
Still I am at fault
Take this paltry advantage that is due
Before you take a soul
Tithe like I have promised I would do
Still I am at fault

. . .


After the bombs have fallen
After the words have left my lung
Inching the choke along
Testing the water with my tongue

The whole scene's fading
As if the walls are caving in
Have to up the medicine

Hamper the tender one
Temper the valor
It may scold
Limping under the tongue
The patient or father
Who's at fault

Last time I swore
No lies, no regrets
Still the problem hasn't been addressed

You bastards command me
I pace the salvation plea
You bastards command me
I pace the salvation plea

The whole scene's fading
As if the walls are caving in
Have to up the medicine
Last time I swore
No lies, no regrets
Still the problem hasn't been addressed

. . .


Shout it out
Shatter your lung
Long fall to the floor
Crying out, dry as a bone
Take you somewhere
But it's too late, it's too far
You're faking the part

Way down on Tennyson
They'll tell you it's true
You come down from your medicine
All battered and blue

Shout it out
Shatter your lung
Long fall to the floor
Crying out, dry as a bone
Take you somewhere
But it's too late, it's too far
You're faking the part

Way down on Tennyson
They'll tell you it's true
Come down from your medicine
All battered and blue

Shout it out
Shatter your lung
Long fall to the floor
Too late, it's too far

. . .


The kid's alone just watching static
The circuit's blown
It's just a habit
No, he's not an addict

When all was still, his mind's erratic
Say what you will
It's so traumatic
Yeah, it's automatic

He wants to lead a life so tragic
The therapy
Is just a habit
No, he's not an addict

Hang up the phone it's time to panic
The bird has flown
He's so dramatic
Yeah it's automatic

So tell me what you wanna believe
We live like it's a dream
I'm watching you walk all over me
It's automatic

The kid's alone it's time to panic
The circuit's blown
It's just a habit
Yeah it's automatic
So tell me what you wanna believe
We live like it's a dream
I'm watching you walk all over me
It's automatic
It's automatic
It's automatic

. . .


I could run a finger full
Temperance won't want to drive you home
She still holds out the little left to hold
Tiny eyes have told
Tiny eyes don't hide like you have yet
I'll tell you the lie
It doesn't have anyone impressed

You got something
Never live or die
Interceding
Try to fit the part
Play the role
Present tense
Little relevance

Then derelict skits disappear for a weekend
Try to clear your head
Rumor is you're running it again
The lies we know
The lies for amateurs at best
I've got the years
The year's experience

You got nothing
Never really know
Interested
Doesn't make it so
Forget us all
Bless your friends
Little relevance
Play the role
Present tense
Little relevance

. . .


Rally 'round the fool
We all fall
The promise of a better life
But after the lights have gone off
You just lost your appetite
Desperate hearts, desperate hands
Left in the sea to sink where we stand
Rally 'round the fool
We all fall
It's criminal at any price

Rally 'round the fool
We all fall
Surely you don't really think
That you really do deserve all
You didn't work for anything
But after tonight, play by the rules
Burning the bridge, embarrass the tool
Rally 'round the fool
We all fall
The only thing that's left to say

It's all over
It's all over

. . .


This trespass
My weaker wings couldn't carry much of anything
But my temptress
You take a toll on the vengeances
Oh, merciful
Defenseless against this tide
It's the coming storm, the counter line
Replace this with just my hands
And just my will
You'll all be damned

One small lie
A test of faith
Just to testify attempted fate
Repentent, a fallen son
The die is cast
Thy will be done

You got caught in the better lie
You fell off at the fault line
Into the sun
You got caught in the better lie
You fell off at the fault line

There's no blood spilled upon this ground
A silent night without a sound
But past this
We're reading woe
It's another trial

You got caught in the better lie
You fell off at the fault line
Into the sun
You got caught in the better lie
You fell off at the fault line

. . .


You'll turn away
Calling back
As you run
Say it can
Say that it can
Say that it cant can't be done
You're the last continental bastard chosen son

It may be a while
Maybe two
Maybe three
Till the chance
Till the chance
Till the chance we meet
Just to burn all the frames as to not repeat

Like anyone anywhere has the time
Take a place
Take a place
Take a place in line
I can spot a scab
I know my kind

I want to say
Truly say
I know this well
Look how far
Look how far
Look how far we fell
You can lie to the liar
I know your tell

Turn around turn around
Say what you want to say
Say what you came here for
Turn away turn away
From everything we want to work
And anything that came before

You'll turn away
Calling back
As you run
Say it can
That it can
It can't be done
You're the last continental bastard chosen son

Turn around turn around
say what you want to say
Say what you came here for
Turn away turn away
From everything we want to work
And everything that came before

. . .

The Widow Paris

[No lyrics]

. . .

Birmingham

[No lyrics]

. . .


As it sharpens and it's shimmering
Every cut, a song
All the inner voices whispering
Say I've done it wrong

I got mine to say "let it go when it dies"

As the pressure starts to escalate
Be your father found
Lack the patience when I'm desperate
Never make a sound

I got mine to say "let it go when it dies"
You don't have a thing less

A little magic, little mystery
Never did no harm
I ain't talkin' if you twisted me,
You could break my arm

I got mine to say "let it go when it dies"
You don't have
I got through a ways I can tell when it dies
I know how to take it

Better days, you bet on these
The company that you keep

. . .


Speak here on your cue
Now look in a camera fight
See the slightest hue
In the soft focus lights
I wish this were all over
We're in for a long, long haul
If you won't

Fade away
Fade away
Before this all goes to waste

Your words in backwards prose
You have such a candid tongue
You don't sink like stones
Like all the other ones
Just set the bar so low
You don't have so far to fall

Fade away
Fade away
Before this all goes to waste

I fear that these words may prove fatal
Gonna lay all my cards on the table
Just look how far we've come
And you'll send us ten steps off
You've got it all so wrong
Why don't you go away

. . .

Past Is Past

[No lyrics]

. . .

Walk 'Em With Grace

[No lyrics]

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