Get on It Songtext
von Circus Devils

Get on, get on, get on, get on it
Get on, get on, get on, get on it
Get on, get on, get on, get on it
Get on, get on, get on, get on it
Get on, get on, get on, get on it
On and on, on it

A point in space
Snug as a leg for a move
You know the one
That you get back to
It′s like a doorbell ring
Assassinate in silence
From normal yesterdays
But echoing the strangeness
And awful icky sticky
Getting cooked too long


Get on, get on, get on, get on it
Get on, get on, get on, get on it

This door is always locked
But Betty's got the keys
So get down on your knees
And take potato fake
Yeah take it if you please
It′s icky sticky good
Get on it, yeah it's good
Get on it everyday
On and on it, on and on it, on and on it, on and on it

Get on, get on, get on, get on it
Get on, get on, get on, get on it
Get on, get on, get on, get on it
Get on, get on, get on, get on it
Get on, get on, get on, get on it
Get on, get on, get on, get on it
Get on, get on, get on, get on it
On and on, on it