Holiday

Everyone I love deserves a holiday in the sun
Almost everyday 'til the lions
Are off of their backs
Runaway teens are the gate to the Milky Way
Reach for the stars with your brightest gaze
Never let the bastards bite back

Those who've seen the backs of the cowards
Have seen how fast they can run
Bullet holes through the walls of the summer
Goddamn, what have we done?

Wicked ways
Collapsed broke and slain
Suffocate
Rattling in their chains

Oh!
Oh!

Runaway teens are the gate to the Milky Way
Reach for the stars with your brightest gaze
Never let the bastards bite back

Those who've seen the backs of the cowards
Have seen how fast they can run
Bullet holes through the walls of the summer
Goddamn, what have we done?

Everyone I love deserves a holiday in the sun
Almost everyday 'til the lions
Are off of their backs