Holiday-The Pink Mountaintops

Everyone I love deserves a holiday in the sun Almost everyday 'til the lions Are off of their backs Runaway teens are the gate to the Milky Way Reach for the stars with your brightest gaze Never let the bastards bite back Those who've seen the backs of the cowards Have seen how fast they can run Bullet holes through the walls of the summer Goddamn, what have we done? Wicked ways Collapsed broke and slain Suffocate Rattling in their chains Oh! Oh! Runaway teens are the gate to the Milky Way Reach for the stars with your brightest gaze Never let the bastards bite back Those who've seen the backs of the cowards Have seen how fast they can run Bullet holes through the walls of the summer Goddamn, what have we done? Everyone I love deserves a holiday in the sun Almost everyday 'til the lions Are off of their backs