Lyrics

Get Right!

They like to talk, they like the dissertation...
They like to gamble with the rights of citizens...
The power grabbing of a red-hot nation...
As seen completed through a rosy-colored lens...

Is it the end of the line?
Interpretation is...everything is fine...

They like the reasoning of sixty/forty...
They like to gamble as the desperate cross the line...
They choose the greenery as very "sporty"...
Unsympathetic over massive blocks of time.

Is it the end of the line?
Interpretation is...everything is fine!

Get Right!
Instead of blowin' like tornado...
Get Right!
Don't bear a grudge against a friend...
Get Right!
Your face the color of tomato....
Get Right!
Or walk in mud until the end...

Solo...

They hate the mandatory "county mounties"...
Excepting crashes in the kitchen late at night...
And race is running wild in every bounty...
The ghost of brothers they are keeping in the fight...

Is it the end of the line?
Interpretation is...everything is fine...

Get Right!
Instead of blowing like tornado...
Get Right!
Don't bear a grudge against a friend...
Get Right!
Your face the color of tomato...
Get Right! Or walk in mud until the end...