Get Along Songtext
von Barstool Prophets

When the big one talks
Huge, heavy, deep voice
When he walks, his feet rise six feet off the ground
Seems indestructible and intimidating
When he′s in deep thought
You just can't tell what he′s contemplating now

But the small one's smart
Some would call him wiry
To him, it's art, and his palette′s colorful
This man is proof that looks can be deceiving
Confident of victory
The fun for him is in conceiving how
How

They both want it, need it, love it
It makes them feel like they belong


These two meet
It′s back in the alley
Neither of them strangers
To the venue or the clientele
They are unaware of any negative consequences
Their one concern is impressing those in audience tonight
With a fight to end all fights

And with so much in common
You'd think that they both could get along

Yeah, yeah, yeah

They both want it, need it, love it
It makes them feel like they belong
And with so much in common
You′d think that they both could get along
Yeah, with so much in common
You'd think that they both could get along
Why can′t they get along?

Ooh, ay-ay, ay-ay