Now What

[Spoken:
Is that a punchable...?]
Rise him up, rise up
Out of your hole
Out of your head
Into your soul
Your sadness and sickness
Are nothing to prize
Leave them behind
And rise up, rise up
Out of your past
Your time is short
It ain't gonna last
It's terrible, wonderful, beautiful
Open your eyes
And rise up

Now rise up
Out of your well-worn rut
Wait for someone
To give you your cut
Just write it off
Say your goodbyes
And rise up
Rise up, rise up