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