[03:08.46
So I'm on my own
Far from my broken home
And it costs
[02:04.05
Pack me off to school
Innocence and trust are all lost
Where did my childhood go?
Calling from the pay phone
Trying not to cry
Feeling I am dying
Telling you I'm fine
You tell me it's the making of me
That's a fucking lie
[01:12.91
Holidays. Holiday.
I'm at the bottom of my bed
Headphones on my head
John Peel show
The sky's a dull gun metal
Where did the sun go
And it rains, and rains
Turning on the weaker ones when we were bored
I used to have feelings but all I feel's a hole is where the heart is
And the organ praise the lord
Holidays. Holidays.
[03:04.80
With himself at the world
He will strike first to anticipate
Doesn't know how to relate
Feels like a cold war spy
If he's caught
Take the easy way out