Altruistic Holiday - Grey Reverend

Far down the road,

Pioneer performs an episode,

Can’t pull me through,

A lesser man would hand them out to you.

So make no mistake,

The lines are drawn but not to fade away

and you might call it:

an altruistic fate.

Gone with the wind,

and subtle things keep you settling,

So don’t cry to me,

Bout the freedom you will never see,

And make no mistake,

I see your troubles many miles away,

and you might call it:

an altruistic trait.

So there’s no more guessing

on what’s best for me.

Take my chances long,

before I pray.

Down in the sea,

Thousand souldiers who have died for me,

singing on, set me free,

It’s just the islands pry from penalty.

So no make no mistake!

Reparations have a final say,

and you might call it:

An altruistic holiday!

So there’s no more guessing

on what’s best for me.

Take my chances long,

before I pray.

There’s no more blessings

without guarantee.

Take my chances long

before I am free.