Holiday - Turboweekend

Friday fever dream, eyelashes to the moon

The clock is slowing down, the sun is setting soon

Everybody knows there’s really nothing left to do And from my corner desk all I think about is you

Not till the hours strikes may I turn invisible

But once we cross the line we can’t be held responsible

Let all hell break loose, let the sky rain snakes and toads

In just an hour I’ll be out of reach and on the road

Holiday!

Holiday is coming!

Lift the carpet up!

I’ll sweep the table clean

My legs are twitching with a transformation fantasy

Chase and catch the deer, dig my fangs into it’s neck

My shirt’s already red and my pants are soaking wet

Lock the closet tight and scrub the blood from off my hands

When monday comes again I’ll carry out the masters plan.

Holiday!

Holiday is coming!