Get On With It

These things always come to a head Over a glass of wine and a cigarette And you look tipsy with your cheeks all read I think the alcohol has gone to your head I feel undressed in this beat up vest I don't know how to dance but I'll try my best Either you live your life or you sit witness While a look alike comes and steals your bliss So come on get on with it...we're just wasting time Here you are standing in the flesh We're only minutes in and it's too intense You got a little dagger stuck inside my chest You're a perfect myth built on a movie set And I'm walking a wire with no safety net If I'm a gambling man then you're a risky bet But I'm sick of leaving 'fore the table's set I'm 'bout as ready now as I'll ever get