Holidays on the Run
Oh my pretty thing, wrapped in bling, you should spend a while by the sea
We'll put you on TV
Party girls should see the world, they'll all see your mugshot on the screen
It's a game to me

You strayed the path, screwed the signs, now you scream, "let me out tonight!"
Baby don't you worry, it won't help you anyway
It's just a joke on your mother who still thinks you're alive

Now we're just bad kids, we keep it hid, focused on the ground we take the sky
That's how we survive
On the airline through space and time, crashing in the Palace of the Brine
That's how we survive

You tour the world in magazines, haunting our sororities
Steal the spotlight from the war, those ugly amputees
It's just a joke on your mother who still thinks you're alive

You tour the world in magazines, haunting our sororities
Steal the spotlight from the storm, that drowned rat New Orleans
It's just a joke on a country who still thinks you're alive
Reagan's dead, we're away, cruising on a holiday
No one's watching, now we can settle down
It's just a joke on your mother who still thinks you're alive