Deadbeat Holiday

Wake up, the house is on fire,

And the cat's caught in the dryer,

Philosophy's a liar,

When your home is your headstone,

'Icon' is the last chance for hope,

When there's no such thing as heroes,

Your faith lies in the ditch that,

You dug yourself in.

Last chance to piss it all away,

Nothing but hell to pay,

When the lights are going down.

Deadbeat holiday - celebrate your own decay,

There's a vacant sign that's hanging high,

On a noose aver your home.

Deadbeat holiday - get on your knees and pray,

There's a vacant sign that's hanging high,

But at least you're not alone.

Christmas lights in the middle of August,

Grudges come back to haunt us,

Your oldest allies are your long lost enemies,

Grounded in in a duplex to find,

That you're living on a landmine,

Vacation hotspots is a cemetery drive

Last chance to piss it all away,

Nothing but hell to pay,

When the lights are going down.

Deadbeat holiday - celebrate your own decay,

There's a vacant sign that's hanging high,

On a noose aver your home.

Deadbeat holiday - get on your knees and pray,

There's a vacant sign that's hanging high,

But at least you're not alone.

Last chance to piss it all away,

Nothing but hell to pay when all you want to do,

Is..... not to..... give up.

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