Текст песни The Films - Holiday

one, two, three, four

it's good to go away for the summer
it's good to lie awake all night
i got this real bad habit
of settin up camp where the lightin strikes

why don't cha sit me down in the kitchen
why don't cha tell me cut my hair
why don't cha stop looking through the mirror
wearing out that far off stare

how bout a holiday, how bout a holiday
yeah yeah
how bout a holiday, how bout a holiday
yeah yeah
well these people get so mean
when they grind you through the gears of the big machine

i've seen a little too much high way
i've drank a little too much wine
i've kept too many deep dark secrets
that sooner or later wear out my mind

i've got an unclear destination
i've been an irresponsible son
i should've seen it coming
i get all wound up and then i pop like a gun

how bout a holiday, how bout a holiday
yeah yeah
how bout a holiday, how bout a holiday
yeah yeah
i don't want to make no scene
i'm just looking for another dirty way to keep clean

how bout a holiday, how bout a holiday
yeah yeah
how bout a holiday, how bout a holiday
yeah yeah
as silly as it seems
i'm just looking for another dirty way to keep clean