Holiday by Turboweekend
Holiday lyrics
Friday fever dream, eyelashes to the moon
The clock is slowing down, the sun is setting soon
Everybody knows there�s really nothing left to do
And from my corner desk all I think about is you
I think about is you
Not till the hours strikes may I turn invisible
But once we cross the line we can�t be held responsible
Let all hell break loose, let the sky rain snakes and
toads
In just an hour I�ll be out of reach and on the road
Holiday! Holiday is coming!
Lift the carpet up! I�ll sweep the table clean
My legs are twitching with a transformation fantasy
Chase and catch the deer, dig my fangs into it�s neck
My shirt�s already red and my pants are soaking wet
Lock the closet tight and scrub the blood from off my
hands
When monday comes again I�ll carry out the masters plan.
Holiday! Holiday is coming!
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