I don't know what you've been told,
Life is what you make, it all in all,
I'm tired of all the attitudes, and cynicism drives me up a wall.
Can't help the way I feel: there's so much more to life than sitting 'round, talking 'bout who's done me wrong or right.
Now gossip may be fine for some, but I can't take that trash; I'm gonna run,
And those that claw to get on top need to know how far they're gonna drop,
Don't stop.
Can't help the way I feel: there's so much more to life than sitting 'round, talking 'bout who's done me wrong or right.
Getting on with life,
Getting on with life,
Getting on with life,
Getting on with life.
Hear me out; it's what I've found: building up sure beats tearing down,
When time you hear the big mouth swerve stuff it full of something it deserves, oh yeah.
Can't help the way I feel: there's so much more to life than sitting 'round, talking 'bout who's done me wrong or right.
Getting on with life,
Getting on with life,
Getting on with life,
Getting on with life.
Getting on with life,
Getting on with life,
Getting on with life,
Getting on with life.
