Lyrics

Got down to a grave decision And decided to give it a go As my doubts became revelations I told my poor self "Man, I told you so" Streets of gold And skies so starry Gonna get me some history Ended up on a sad safari Through a sorry ass State of human misery Got it all like I thought I would Got more and I got it good But I never fully understood I need a holiday from my vacation Need to recuperate from recreation I gotta get away I need a holiday from my vacation I faced facts I faced the muzac Blasting soft and loud I've had enough I gotta get on back Cant stand another Elevator facing the crowd Knee deep in exploitation Its good for the economy So here I am for some relaxation Basking in the deepest Of despondencies
Writer(s): Niklas Anders Andersson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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