Lyrics My Personal Holiday - Bernays Propaganda

My Personal Holiday

I want my personal holiday
Three happy hours to last
A calendar without an empty space
I’m busy worshipping your saints!
And I just can’t believe in so
Many perfect people
Can we celebrate without a sacrifice?
This time we won’t be just wasted
Sorry, we’re not serving
Any flesh or blood
'Cause I want my personal holiday
And we’re not gonna worship your saints!
I just can’t remember all those perfect people!
Can we celebrate without sacrifice?
I planted another saint in the garden
He grows fast… No fear-mongering!
Great men can’t make small mistakes…
Your perfect people are dead…
This time we’re gonna use just
Personal reasons