Holiday - Pink Mountaintops

Everyone i love deserves a holiday

in the sun

almost every day

'til the lions are off of their backs

oh run away

things are the gates to the milky way

oh reach for the stars with your brightest gaze

i never let the bastards bite back

of those who’ve seen the backs of the cowards

have seen how fast they can run

a bullet hole through the walls of the summer

goddamn what have we done?

well all wicked waves collapse working slaves

oh suffocate

rattling in their chains

Oh!

Oh!

run away

things are the gates to the milky way

oh reach for the stars with your brightest gaze

i never let the bastards bite back

oh those who’ve seen the backs of the cowards

have seen how fast they can run

a bullet hole through the walls of the summer

goddamn what have we done?

Well everyone i love deserves a holiday

in the sun

almost every day

'til the lions are off of their backs