It's good to go away for the summer, it's good to lie awake all night
I got this real bad habit of setting up camp where the lightning strikes
Why don't you sit me down in the kitchen, why don't you tell me cut my hair
Why don't you stop looking thru 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
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 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 have 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 get clean
How bout a holiday, how bout a holiday, yeah yeah
How bout a holiday, how bout a holiday, ooh
As silly as it seems I'm just looking for another dirty way to get clean