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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Revivalists
Performer
David Shaw
Vocals
Zack Feinberg
Percussion
Andrew Stephen Campanelli
Shaker
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Girardot
Composer
David William Shaw
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ben Ellman
Producer
Chris Finney
Recording Engineer
Jay Wesley
Assistant Recording Engineer
Mack Major
Mixing Engineer
Adam Grover
Mastering Engineer
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[Intro]
And I should've been murdered by now
And I've got fifteen people wondering
How the hell'd he make it out
I carry this bucket of pain
And I've got 18 dollars to my motherloving name
And it's not a life it’s a game
And I'm a two-ton wrecking ball filled with pain
And I've got a lot to say
Oh, and I'm still feeling good from yesterday
[Chorus]
So stand up, if you're out in the crowd
Get down, make the doctor proud
Stand up, if you're out in the crowd
Get down, make the doctor proud
[Verse 1]
Well, I don't know everything
But I sure wish I did
Then every time I'd catch a case
I wouldn't pop off so much at the lid
I'd have my get out of jail card
Popped cool and ready to go
And then I'd pay my tax and bail money
'Cause I'm a taxpaying fool
So we gotta
[Chorus]
Stand up, if you're out in the crowd
Get down, make the doctor proud
Stand up, if you're out in the crowd
Get down, make the doctor proud
Stand up
Get down
Stand up
Get down
[Instrumental]
Well, I don't know everything
But I sure wish I did
Then every time I'd catch a case
I wouldn't pop off so much at the lid
I'd have my get out of jail card
Popped cool and ready to go
And then I'd pay my tax and bail money
'Cause I'm a taxpaying fool
So we gotta
[Chorus]
Stand up, if you're out in the crowd
Get down, make the doctor proud
Stand up, if you're out in the crowd
Get down, make the doctor proud
Stand up
Get down
Stand up
Get down
[Verse 2]
He's a little boy with a son and a daughter
He's got no wife, no, he's got no father
Trying to make it through this hard, hard winter
Toes freezin', no reason, he's got no dinner
He's a product of the music, a product of his time
A product of addiction in a very long line
Of users and abusers who just couldn't keep it straight
Oh, man I wish I didn't know one, I hope it ain't too late
So won't you call your mama, call your daddy
You can call your sister too
'Cause we've been out here walking that hard line
You never ever could've made it through
[Chorus]
Stand up
Oh, stand up
Written by: David William Shaw, Michael Girardot