I`m on a holiday, hooligan`s holiday.
Drop dead beauties stompin` up a storm, lines of hell on our face.
Bruised bad apples crawling through the night, busted loose, runaway, oo, runaway.
Always, always a thrill without a motive.
30 days, such a haze.
Everybody wants a piece of the action.
Everybody wants a piece of the pie.
We`re on a holiday, hooligan`s holiday.
I`m on a holiday, hooligan`s.
I gotta get away, hooligan`s holiday.
We`re on a holiday, hooligan`s, yeah. Cross-eyed derilicts comin`, iron horse
between our legs.
Tattoos, black manes flowin`.
Everyday`s a holidaze.
Everybody wants a piece of the action.
Everybody wants a piece of the pie.
They want a piece of mind.
We`re on a holiday, hooligan`s holiday.
I`m on a holiday, hooligan`s.
I gotta get away, hooligan`s holiday.
We`re on a holiday, hooligan`s.
Modern times and new blood`s pumpin`.
Only the strong survive.
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