Holiday

Everyone i love deserves a holiday
 in the sun
 almost every day
 'til the lions are off of their backs
 oh run away
 things are the gates to the milky way
 oh reach for the stars with your brightest gaze
 i never let the bastards bite back
 of those who've seen the backs of the cowards
 have seen how fast they can run
 a bullet hole through the walls of the summer
 goddamn what have we done?
 well all wicked waves collapse working slaves
 oh suffocate
 rattling in their chains
 Oh!
 Oh!
 run away
 things are the gates to the milky way
 oh reach for the stars with your brightest gaze
 i never let the bastards bite back
 oh those who've seen the backs of the cowards
 have seen how fast they can run
 a bullet hole through the walls of the summer
 goddamn what have we done?
 Well everyone i love deserves a holiday
 in the sun
 almost every day
 'til the lions are off of their backs