Lyrics

To Holidays,To Holidays,
That just never come..
What I should say,
gets stuck on my tongue.
We're caught in a trap....
We're caught in a trap....

Get ready cuz I think we're goin under,
but we can swim.
Hold your breath baby do it for a little while.
Do it for Jim.

It's L.A, with a full moon rising,
dancin on the beach.
My best friend is trippin out in India
completely out of reach.
The time comes when you've had enough sorrow
Had enough tears.
With wide eyes I'm lookin for tomorrow,
hidden in the years...

God knows I can feel like a Saturday
Seven days a week,
Spendin all my money like I'm
in a church on Sunday
Sin is never cheap..
Let's fly like the stars up in the heavens,
shinin in the sky.
I'll send letters to my relatives in England
long after I die...

There's dirty dreams floating in the aerospace
covering the moon,her long legs in the limosine
at sunrise,she'll be cumming soon

When I die I hope it's on a Monday
when the kids are fast asleep
Cuz God Knows I'm living like it's Saturday
Seven days a week...