Get On With It - Lyrics - Val Emmich

These things always come to a head Over a glass of wine and a cigarette. And you look tipsy with your cheeks all red I think the alcohol's gone to your head. I feel underdressed 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 to steal your bliss. So, come on, get on with it! We're just wasting time. 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 before the table's set I'm about as ready now as I'll ever get. So, come on, get on with it! We're just wasting time. So, come on, get on with it! We're just wasting time. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no... No turning back I do this every time I get my courage built Then I change my mind. I said no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no... Nobody here except for you and I Girl, it's closing time. So, come on, get on with it! We're just wasting time. So, come on, get on with it! We're just wasting time. These things always come to a head Over a glass of wine and a cigarette. You've got a little dagger stuck inside my chest I'm about as ready now as I'll ever get.