Holiday

Holiday, o, a holiday!
And the best one of the year
Dozing off underneath my sheets
While I cover both my ears

But if I wait for a holiday
Could it stop my fear?
To go away on a summer’s day
Never seemed so clear

Holiday, still so far away
Our republic on the beach
I can’t forget just how bad it gets
When I’m counting on my teeth

But if I wait for a holiday
Could it stop my fear?
To go away on a summer’s day
Never seemed so clear

A vegetarian since the invasion,
She’d never seen the word bombs
She’d never seen the word bombs
Blown up to 96 pt Futura
She’s never seen an AK
In yellow-y dayglo display
A t-shirt so lovely, it turned all the history books grey

I’ve got wheels, I’ve got Cutter Spray
And a healthy sense of worth
Half of me is the gasoline
But the other half’s the surf

So if I wait for a holiday
Could it stop my fear?
To go away on a summer’s day
Never seemed so clear