So stand the f** up, show me that this life is worth living
Oh take this day and call it your own; this is your chance to redeem yourself
In a world where every single day counts, the cloke strickes twelve and I'm still in bed, staring at the ceiling
Will I ever amount to anything?
I will never know
I will never know
I will never know
Is there a purpose in this life to be fulfilled?
Is there a way to make sense of a life that will one day end?
Will anything I do be remembered?
Will these words live to be read by the eyes of a new generation?
I will be there for, for you I will be there
Pick your f**ing self up and realise that one-day you will be a memory
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Stand the f** up, show me that this life is worth living
Oh take this day and call it your own; this is your chance to redeem yourself
I will never know.