Holiday Lyrics
| Song | Holiday |
| Artist | Turboweekend |
| Album | Trouble Is |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Friday fever dream, eyelashes to the moon | |
| The clock is slowing down, and 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 | |
| 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 face is 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! |
| Friday fever dream, eyelashes to the moon | |
| The clock is slowing down, and 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 | |
| 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 face is 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! |
| Friday fever dream, eyelashes to the moon | |
| The clock is slowing down, and 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 | |
| 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 face is 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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