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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephen R Sears
Stephen R Sears
Songwriter

Lyrics

Better get ready (Aye)
You get ready (What?)
You get ready for the sickness
Better get ready (Who?)
You get ready (Me?)
You get ready for the sickness
Get ready (What)
You get ready (What?)
You get ready for the sickness
Better get ready (Who?)
You get ready (Me?)
You get ready for the sickness
Gotta do this
Gotta do that
Do what you tell me?
Fuck that
Don't do orders
Don't do rules
Don't do boring
Don't do tools
Can we have a heart to heart?
'Cause it might be time to part
I've got big dreams
Better make a start
Gotta go mate
Time to dart
Better get ready (Aye)
You get ready (What?)
You get ready for the sickness
Better get ready (Who?)
You get ready (Me?)
You get ready for the sickness
Get ready (What)
You get ready (What?)
You get ready for the sickness
Better get ready (Who?)
You get ready (Me?)
You get ready for the sickness
Get your boots on
I'm going off on one
Kick it out the fucking park
Just for fun
Watch out
Dickheads about
Gotta make those doubters shut their fucking mouths
Come on
Get ready
Get ready
Get ready for sickness
It's the motherfucking Hell
Get ready
Get ready
Get ready for sickness
Better get ready (Aye)
You get ready (What?)
You get ready for the sickness
Better get ready (Who?)
You get ready (Me?)
You get ready for the sickness
Get ready (What?)
You get ready (What?)
You get ready for the sickness
Better get ready (Who?)
You get ready (Me?)
You get ready for the sickness
Better get ready (Ay)
You get ready (What?)
You get ready for the sickness
Better get ready (Who?)
You get ready (Me?)
You get ready for the sickness
Get ready (What?)
You get ready (What?)
You get ready for the sickness
Better get ready (Who?)
You get ready (Me?)
You get ready for the sickness
Written by: Stephen R Sears
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