Caligula Songtext
Electrician stares at the drought-thin, dammed-up Tallapoosa
The sun sinks, we watch it drown (You got it, you got it)
The cracks in his hands are still black with the dust
Of the mine down in Colombia, the country not the town (You got it, we got it)
It was like steppin' back in time, his voice shakes
The women and children, the armed guards, the twelve-hour days (We got it, we got it)
The ropes and the mules and the buckets and the shacks
That little man workin' them poor folks like slaves (You got it, we got it)
He ain't nothin' but a little-bitty man in some little-bitty boots
The sun sinks, we watch it drown (You got it, you got it)
The cracks in his hands are still black with the dust
Of the mine down in Colombia, the country not the town (You got it, we got it)
It was like steppin' back in time, his voice shakes
The women and children, the armed guards, the twelve-hour days (We got it, we got it)
The ropes and the mules and the buckets and the shacks
That little man workin' them poor folks like slaves (You got it, we got it)
He ain't nothin' but a little-bitty man in some little-bitty boots
He ain't nothin' but a little-bitty man in some little-bitty boots
Get up (Get up), get up (Get up), get up off me
Get up (Get up), get up, get up off my back
Among the ruins of Old Cahawba
The columns of the Yankee's plantation house loom (You got it, we got it)
The generals parleyed there before the Battle of Selma
Civilly warring in the parlor room (You got it, we got it)
Did they speak to the Black women who fixed the bountiful supper?
Did they study their curves with lizard eyes? (We got it, we got it)
Could they agree on things like duty and honor
And sittin' back behind the front lines while all the poor boys died?
He ain't nothin' but a little-bitty man in some little-bitty boots
He ain't nothin' but a little-bitty man in some little-bitty boots
Get up (Get up), get up (Get up), get up off me
Get up (Get up), get up, get up off my back
Get up (Get up), get up (Get up), get up off me
Get up (Get up), get up, get up off my back
The crew's sunken quarter-tons
The boss's towering crew cab, it's ironic, isn't it?
These days, it's like the bigger the truck a body's got
The less work they do with it (You got it, we got it)
They call him a planter, but he didn't plant nothin'
They call him a builder, but he doesn't build shit (We got it, we got it)
Old Jeff Davis never hoed one row
Old Donald Trump never laid one brick
He ain't nothin' but a little-bitty man in some little-bitty boots
He ain't nothin' but one little-bitty man in two little-bitty boots
Get up (Get up), get up (Get up), get up off me
Get up (Get up), get up, get up off my back
Get up (Get up), get up, get up, get up off me
Get up (Get up), get up, get up off my back
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up off me
Get up, get up, get up, get up off my back
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up off me
Get up, get up, get up, get up off my back
Get up (Get up), get up (Get up), get up off me
Get up (Get up), get up, get up off my back
Among the ruins of Old Cahawba
The columns of the Yankee's plantation house loom (You got it, we got it)
The generals parleyed there before the Battle of Selma
Civilly warring in the parlor room (You got it, we got it)
Did they speak to the Black women who fixed the bountiful supper?
Did they study their curves with lizard eyes? (We got it, we got it)
Could they agree on things like duty and honor
And sittin' back behind the front lines while all the poor boys died?
He ain't nothin' but a little-bitty man in some little-bitty boots
He ain't nothin' but a little-bitty man in some little-bitty boots
Get up (Get up), get up (Get up), get up off me
Get up (Get up), get up, get up off my back
Get up (Get up), get up (Get up), get up off me
Get up (Get up), get up, get up off my back
The crew's sunken quarter-tons
The boss's towering crew cab, it's ironic, isn't it?
These days, it's like the bigger the truck a body's got
The less work they do with it (You got it, we got it)
They call him a planter, but he didn't plant nothin'
They call him a builder, but he doesn't build shit (We got it, we got it)
Old Jeff Davis never hoed one row
Old Donald Trump never laid one brick
He ain't nothin' but a little-bitty man in some little-bitty boots
He ain't nothin' but one little-bitty man in two little-bitty boots
Get up (Get up), get up (Get up), get up off me
Get up (Get up), get up, get up off my back
Get up (Get up), get up, get up, get up off me
Get up (Get up), get up, get up off my back
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up off me
Get up, get up, get up, get up off my back
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up off me
Get up, get up, get up, get up off my back
