Roman Holiday

Baby, come on get stoned, get stoned
 Get inside it, inside it, inside it, inside
 Get along, get along, get alone, get alone
 Heard about the week on the Dalymount seat, yeah
 Baby, come on 'fore the going gets gone
 Heard you lied to the Major
 Won't be long
 Well, I wish upon a wedding for a picture in the star
 When they knock for ya don't forget who you are
 Skinty Fia
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 Baby, come on whose side are you on?
 I don't wanna see the queen
 I already sing her song
 While they're snuffing out hopes and they're blotting out suns
 They claim to know the form in which genius comes
 Baby come on get your high heels on
 It's the body is cold
 It's the course is run
 What artless living all this soft pain thrills
 What calamities usher all our brilliance to the hills!
 Can you feel it?
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 Baby, come on get stoned, get stoned
 Get inside it, inside it, inside it, inside
 Get along, get along, get alone, get alone
 Was it the weed or the moment that stoned ye?
 Baby come on get the hourglass on
 I will dart into town, no I won't be long
 If the talk's getting cold, we'll be chancing none
 Well, you know what I'm saying
 Our day will come
 Can you feel it?
 Won't be long
 Can you feel it?