Holiday

Say hey!

Hear the sound of the falling rain

Coming down like an arm and a can of flame

A shame, the ones we died without a name

And the clouds that hang when I walk

Heavy cold and the faint of misery

And bleed the company of the lost on a darker day

I can't quit dreaming again from the hollow lies

This is the time I love the rest of my life

On holiday

And in private I become an outcast

And I will not understand the crossed out line

I like the monument on the other side

Can I get another amen?

There's a flag here around the start of the start

Can I get the plastic bag of monument?

I passed you three minutes down out of the lights

This is the turning of the rest of our lives, on holiday.

The representatives from California have the floor.

Seek out to the president, gas men, Bonnewade and the punishment.

Pulverize the faithful towers, get criticized for government.

Bang, bang, 'cause I broke the glasses Killed all the back to the top, now I'm grey

Drunk by fire, stale and fire Tossed all the rainbots, went for me

Just 'cause, just 'cause, because I'd fall apart

I bet you'd dream and different from the world at last

It's the dawning of the last of our lives

I bet you dreamin' different from the whole of life

It's the dawning of the last of our lives

It seems the light of holiday