Holiday
I scratch my head as I roll out of bed
Left, right, front and back I can't keep track
North, south, east and west, what path is best
Are we a jar of fools following the rules
Are we a jar of fools following the rules
Cause we need a holiday, from this noise
We need a holiday, draw names in the sand
Need a holiday from this two man band
You take away what we haven't got, tell us
To save it now, spend it when you're dead
Save it now, spend it when you're dead
Do I look like a knobhead
We need a holiday, more than now
Need a holiday,Need a holiday
Tell us the time is now to stay in your home
When your house is on fire, the logic of that is as
Mad as the flames, engulfing you now in your last hollow second
Engulfing you now in your last hollow second
Need a holiday from this rat race and mice
Need a holiday,that would be nice
There's lots of things we'd like to talk about, but if we do
We get strung up, if we do we get hung up
There's no seat to win, you lose your place at the table
You lose your place at the table
Need a holiday, to clear our heads
Need a holiday, bump and grind in our beds
Not all voices can be heard at the same time
The overload of voices not horses for courses
A slap in the face for the human race
A slap in the face for the human race
Need a holiday to wake up
Need a holiday to wake up
Wake up, wake up, wake up
Left, right, front and back I can't keep track
North, south, east and west, what path is best
Are we a jar of fools following the rules
Are we a jar of fools following the rules
Cause we need a holiday, from this noise
We need a holiday, draw names in the sand
Need a holiday from this two man band
You take away what we haven't got, tell us
To save it now, spend it when you're dead
Save it now, spend it when you're dead
Do I look like a knobhead
We need a holiday, more than now
Need a holiday,Need a holiday
Tell us the time is now to stay in your home
When your house is on fire, the logic of that is as
Mad as the flames, engulfing you now in your last hollow second
Engulfing you now in your last hollow second
Need a holiday from this rat race and mice
Need a holiday,that would be nice
There's lots of things we'd like to talk about, but if we do
We get strung up, if we do we get hung up
There's no seat to win, you lose your place at the table
You lose your place at the table
Need a holiday, to clear our heads
Need a holiday, bump and grind in our beds
Not all voices can be heard at the same time
The overload of voices not horses for courses
A slap in the face for the human race
A slap in the face for the human race
Need a holiday to wake up
Need a holiday to wake up
Wake up, wake up, wake up
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Writer(s): Ann Cowan
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