God, I hate your needles
And your dirty little vial of pills
I guess I love the sweat you put me through
I know I love your body
Like I used to love your mind
But now your soul's a slave
To all the things you use
I put you in the tub, babe
With five big pounds of ice
If you don't get back up
I don't know what I'd do
I've walked you 'round the room here
Nearly thirty-seven times
Can you hear me now
And am I getting through?

Get up, get back up
Get up, get back up

I thought I heard you laughing
I thought I heard you scream
I thought I heard some wailing
Like lovers in heat
I thought maybe we'd been somewhere
That we've never seen
Still you lie so still
Like a china doll
Lost in a summer dream

Here I am way down here
Way down upon my knees
You're looking awfully blue
We were having such a good time
We were having some fun now
We'll lock the door and change the sheets
But how do I get to you

Get back up, get up
Oh, get up, babe, get back up

I feel like the walls are closing in
Get back up, hey
You look like a china doll
So pale and so thin
Get back up and make me laugh
The way you used to do, oh

Get up

Oh, get up
Oh, get back up
Oh, get up, babe
Oh, get back up
Oh, get up, babe
Get back up
Oh, get up, babe
Oh, get back up

And God, I hate your needle
And your dirty little vial of pills
I guess I love the sweat you put me through
I know I still love your body
Like I used to love your mind
But your soul's a slave
To all the things you use
I put you in the tub, babe
With five big pounds of ice

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing
Writer(s): Tom Cochrane