| it's hard to wake up, when the shades have been pulled shut | |
| This house is haunted, it's so pathetic, it makes no sense at all | |
| I'm ripe with things to say, the words rot and fall away | |
| What stupid poem could fix this home, I'd read it every day | |
| So here's your holiday, | |
| hope you enjoy it this time, you gave it all away | |
| it was mine, so when you're dead and gone | |
| will you remember this night, twenty years now lost, | |
| it's not right. | |
| Their anger hurts my ears, been running strong for seven years | |
| Rather than fix the problems, they never solve them, it makes no sense at all | |
| I see them everyday, we get along so why can't they? | |
| If this is what he wants, and it's what she wants, then why is there so much pain? | |
| So here's your holiday, | |
| hope you enjoy it this time, you gave it all away. | |
| it was mine, so when you're dead and gone | |
| will you remember this night, twenty years now lost, | |
| it's not right. | |
| So here's your holiday, | |
| hope you enjoy it this time, you gave it all away. | |
| It was mine, so when you're dead and gone, | |
| will you remember this night, twenty years now lost? | |
| it's not right | |
| it's not right | |
| it's not right | |
| it's not right |