Get ready for the look-away
Get ready for the lie

Get ready to dig for the truth
Get ready to come up dry

Get ready for the jolt
Get ready for the joke

Get ready for the tickle
When you're losing your grip at the end of your rope

Get ready for the flood of rage
Get ready for I've had it up to here

Get ready for cheap fast food
A television show and a six-pack of beer

Get ready for the tell off
Get ready for the tears

Get ready for the wrong number
'Cause no one by that name lives here

Get ready for the big split
Get ready for the split lip
Get ready to swallow a tooth
Get ready for the pink slip

Get ready for sleepless nights
When you'll stand on your bed like a marionette
Get ready for days to just float away
If they're not held down by a few cigarettes

Get ready for the fuel
Get ready for the fire
Get ready to look like a fool
When something exposes your secret desire
Get ready to douse your brain
With a bottle of expensive wine
You don't have a problem yet
But I guess there's always time

Get ready for freeze-dried malls
And status dogs with stupid hair
Get ready to bust a flat
In a dark neighborhood in the middle of nowhere
Get ready for the bump and grind
Get ready for the nasty dream
Get ready for a natural disaster
To wipe everybody's conscience clean

Get ready to go to work
Get ready to go to bed
You'll never be ready anyway
So just piss away the time instead
Get ready for the green light
You'd better be ready for the red
Get ready for the real life
Get ready for dead

Get ready for the repo heart
Get ready for the wandering eye
Get ready to stare at the ceiling
And picture her held by the arms of another guy
Get ready for the police
Get ready for the painted-on face
Get ready for the consequences
Merciless pain complete disgrace
Get ready for behind your back
Get ready for the heart attack
Get ready for the over-the-counter cure
For paranoid hypochondriacs
Get ready to make a wish
And blow the birthday candles out
Note the changes in the mirror
Wait for things to not turn out
Get ready for the TV flash
Get ready for the 100-year dash
Get ready for the perfect plan
Get ready for the batted eyelash
Get ready to not be sure
If you should up the work or cut the leisure
Be prepared for the wrong procedure
Get ready for the endless detour
Get ready for the trophy
Get ready for the lights
Get ready for sixteen hour days
Get ready for loveless nights
Get ready for files and phones
Whatever it takes
Get ready to feel like a fake
When you wake at daybreak with a headache
Get ready to go to work
Get ready to go to bed
You'll never be ready anyway
So just piss away the time instead
Get ready for the green light
You'd better be ready for the red
Get ready for the real life
Get ready for dead