The in-laws are waiting the games have begun The cell phone keeps ringing dont answer it hon The whole things arranged just to aggravate Dad And its amateur day on the old super slab The kids are strapped down like a half load of pipe All safe in their car seats they fuss and they gripe Well you cant hardly blame em it must be a bitchCounting the crosses off down in the ditch This ones got flowers, this ones got a wreath This ones got a name painted down underneath Was the road all iced up, were they going too fast Heres five in a circle left from the last holiday Holiday
Theres a three-trailer rig just a throwin up spray Not legal to run on this kind of a day But god damn the smokies and the four wheelers too Stay offa my bumpers or the same goes for you Therell be none for him He that wants it the most As he hauls it on out to the Oregon coast No turkey no gravy no Zinfandel wine You just stay over right and well get along fine Hes missing the football, missing the fun Hed play with the grandkids but hes off on a run And some hats on the radio singing his song But it dont make a damn Hes in for a long holiday Holiday
Now granny shes yelling Shes ready to eat Shes havin conniptions Cause they wont take their seats But shes got em all gathered now under one roof With her camcorder loaded Shes gonna get proof But do you have to wear that Well I just dont see why Please pass the potatoesAw eat shit and die Did you hear about Ellen, shes leaving, you know How bout those Packers, think itll snow? And the minute its over theyll scatter like quail Off down the freeway in the teeth of a gale Silent and shattered And numb to the core They count themselves lucky They got through one more holiday Holiday
The highway patrolman He stands in the rain He just lets it run down to soften the stain Of the blood on his pant leg From working that wreck And he wont forget it In time for the next holiday
Departing Chicago at 9:52 In clean desert camo all baggy and loose Sits an Iowa Guardsman alone by the gate The place sure looked different, in 1968
When he traveled with mom, first time on a plane To visit some kin, hes forgotten their names But he remembers the soldiers, still in their teensIn their spit polished boots and their pressed army greens With the creases so sharp, and their faces so smooth But their eyes looked so heavy, he wondered how they could move Now hes got that same look, like his insides are black Hes in his mid forties and he has to go backAnd he cant even smoke while he waits for his plane The uniforms different, but the mission remains To do like they tell you, dont make a fuss Whys not an issue, so dont think too much You just do what you have to, shut up and drive If you come apart later, well at least youre alive You can get you some help, you can deal with it then And life will be better, til it happens again
Cause theres something inside us that wont let us beIn stalks through our days til its too dark to see And its damn near as deadly as Texans on ice Lord dont they beat all Yall have a nice holidayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
