All the kids got headaches
All the kids got rhythm
We've all got multiple symptoms
And we all need medical care
And we all wear uniforms
It's out of control and it's coming back to get ya
Take to your cars and get out of town
Take what you can, grab what's left
Or give it away and get it off your chest
Dadda wants you to go drive a tank
Mamma wants you to keep out of trouble
And somehow avoid all the flak
It's a bottom, it's a bottomless pit
Bonsai gone west
They earn difficult money
Then move on out to the country
So high you can't get over it
So low you can't get under it
So wide you can't get round it
Oh, could you be loved?
1,2,3,4
Get on the dance floor, get off
8,7,6,5
Get off, get a life
XC-NN - Get Off lyrics
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