I'm on a holiday, hooligan's holiday.



Drop dead beauties stompin' up a storm, lines of hell on our face.

Bruised bad apples crawling through the night, busted loose, runaway, oo, runaway.



Always, always a thrill without a motive.

30 days, such a haze.



Everybody wants a piece of the action.

Everybody wants a piece of the pie.



We're on a holiday, hooligan's holiday.

I'm on a holiday, hooligan's.

I gotta get away, hooligan's holiday.

We're on a holiday, hooligan's, yeah. Cross-eyed derilicts comin', iron horse

between our legs.

Tattoos, black manes flowin'.

Everyday's a holidaze.



Everybody wants a piece of the action.

Everybody wants a piece of the pie.

They want a piece of mind.



We're on a holiday, hooligan's holiday.

I'm on a holiday, hooligan's.

I gotta get away, hooligan's holiday.

We're on a holiday, hooligan's.



Modern times and new blood's pumpin'.

Only the strong survive.