I hate it When I struggle When I struggle you criticise And I hate When I do What I do But to work this 9 to 5 And I hate When your support Is the answer to my demise And I hate When you offer A dagger in your back with a smile So untie me from your state of mind And take these words from the wise I'm not a sinner Not a saint not your Idolistic prize You can take me up on this middle finger Do you hear me asking why I'm the unheard that's Left behind disregarded Wonder in why Get up! Get up! I'm an Old Skool Rocka Blastin' through your speaker with the beat so proper Get up! Get up! I'm an Old Skool Rocka Blastin' through your speaker with the beat so proper I hate it When I'm told What I should or should not do And I hate when your ignorance Makes it hard for me to get through So save me from your authority This voice without a face I'm the unheard that's left behind disregarded to be erased Get up! Get up! Come on! (Come on!) Get up! Get up! Come on! Come on! (Come on!) Get up! Get up! Come on! (Come on!) Get up! Get up! Come on! Come on! -