Lyrics:

I'm past the point of no return

Its do or die you see

Oh I'm through with mysteries

Of the beautiful symmetry

This is a place I don't care to be

I tip my hat to this make believe

There's no doubt I can't control the pace

No doubt about it

So stamp your feet and

Get Up! Don't fight it

Get Up! Don't fight it

Hear the conversation, steamy adoration

For the phony eccentricity

The key to the mind is a cheap glass of wine

Take two in the morning and you'll be just fine

This is a place I don't care to be

I tip my hat to this make believe

There's no doubt I can't control the pace

No doubt about it

So stamp your feet and

Get Up! Don't fight it

Get Up! Don't fight it

Hear the conversation, steamy adoration

For the phony eccentricity

The key to the mind is a cheap glass of wine

Take two in the morning and you'll be just fine

Get Up! Don't fight it

Get Up! Don't fight it