Bully for you, it's bullshit for me
Buried in baggage and busted dreams
There's no guarantees, no charity
Everything's faulty and nothing's free
So cancel all my appointments and
Give all my possessions away
I wanna go on an endless holiday
Fair-weathered friends, armchair critics
Killjoys and cowards: you won't be missed
Safety, routine, ignorant bliss
I'd trade it all for a night like this