Holiday

[Verse 1]
A holiday under your feet
A palace built upon the backs of
Your precious tribe on molten earth
Surrounded by a mass of wretched hands

[Chorus]
All of the past can wash away
All of the sanctions overplayed
Al of the press can be restrained
All of the dead can be a trade
Ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

[Verse 2]
Well, freedom come and freedom go
Your mission fell upon the banks of gold
Ooh, turned you sour as old milk
Your colours change with every whisper made

[Chorus]
All of the past can wash away
All of the sanctions overplayed
Al of the press can be restrained
All of the dead can be a trade
Ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
All of the past can wash away
All of the sanctions overplayed
Al of the press can be restrained
All of the dead
All of the past can wash away
All of the sanctions overplayed
Al of the press can be restrained
All of the dead