Song | Holiday |
Artist | Turboweekend |
Album | Ghost Of A Chance |
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! |