Holiday, oh, a holiday And the best one of the year Dozing off underneath my sheets While I cover both my ears
But if I wait for a holiday Could it stop my fear? To go away on a summer's day Never seemed so clear
Holiday, still so far away Our republic on the beach I can't forget just how bad it gets When I'm counting on my teeth
But if I wait for a holiday
Could it stop my fear? To go away on a summer's day Never seemed so clear
A vegetarian since the invasion She'd never seen the word 'bombs' She'd never seen the word 'bombs' Blown up to 96-point Futura She'd never seen an AK In a yellowy Day-Glo display A T-shirt so lovely, it turned all the history books grey
I got wheels, I got Cutter spray And a healthy sense of worth Half of me is the gasoline But the other half's the surf
So if I wait for a holiday Could it stop my fear? To go away on a summer's day Never seemed so clear
