I'm on a holiday wasting my time away

Writing a book on you born on a holiday

In the december snow wasting my time away

Writing a book on you born on a holiday



Somewhere in this song

A little clue to something (clue to something)

Parts of it seem over now

You expect a real solution (real solution)

I've got to go with what I know

Taking it on holiday away



I've done my share of drugs (they drag me down)

I've done my share of speed (it kept me up)

I've had the strangest love (it's all I need)

I've had the things I need (I need it now)



When everything seems wrong

I need to look to something (look to something)

People outside inside staying

Out for nothing (out for nothing)

And if you're in I can't let go

Short of the long holiday

I think you know what I've been saying



When there's nothing left to all

The colors that you sprayed upon it

Passing judgment on my life

You never really got it right

I can't believe in anything

I don't believe in anything

Do you believe in anything

Do you believe me now



Look like Jesus Christ

Act like Jesus Christ I know

Here's your Jesus Christ

I'm your Jesus Christ I know



Bleeding to death again (my bleeding heart)

Stuck in the heart again (goes out to you)

Somebody nail my hands (I needed pain)

Somebody take my hand (I bleed again)



I knew it all along and now

We're screwed forever (screwed forever)

Shake these demons off my back

And I can make it better (make it better)

But I can't go on knowing I am

Permanent on this holiday

I think you know what I am saying



I became the big disgrace

I know that I'm the ugly face

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