Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song National Holiday, artist - The Herd. Date of issue: 02.10.2005
Song language: English
National Holiday |
| Nation time, the party day |
| And all that come to display the colours that make them like the others |
| The brothers and sisters come to wish the tyrant well |
| And dance around the wishing well |
| The well-wishers forget the cuts that were so vicious |
| At one day only banquets so delicious |
| They trade it in for the quiet of afterlife |
| It’s their children that will feel the carver’s knife |
| Of emperor’s that they revelled for |
| Leave it to them to settle the score, what’s more human than that? |
| Never look back, never look forward |
| Never forget the rule of law is so important |
| They protect us from the hordes at the gates |
| And they define us with their borders and states |
| Look through the grates down at the castle wall |
| And ask yourself if you’re prepared to be the last to fall |
| In defence of the crown that you will never hold |
| That makes martyrs of sons who never grow old |
| Come wave your pretty flags in the air |
| Come and make peace in the dragon’s lair |
| Each house put up red ribbons, and then cook great feasts all week |
| Children stirred, pilgrims returned |
| Quilts sewn all for his throne |
| The pallet (?) that he pockets, tax nonsense (?) |
| Someone is still taking kickbacks in |
| Where’s your ribbon? |
| Is it hidden? |
| Get it up |
| How you gonna show the king you love |
| Look through the bloodstained glass |
| Commoner, you simpleton, you arse (ask???) |
| Never asked, only bowed to the great lords |
| Subordinate of the great sword |
| While you quarrel on immoral excursions |
| All the kings men murder |
| And the Empire cries «Oh for freedom! |
| Lead on» |
| Come wave your pretty flags in the air |
| Come and make peace in the dragon’s lair |
| Come wave your pretty flags in the air |
| Come and make peace in the dragon’s lair |
| Come prepare your penance and presence for his procession |
| With dishes of dispossession and whispers of sedition |
| Each and everyone must show respect |
| Fail to do so on the pain of death |
| A stain of shame, acknowledge his reign and swallow our pride |
| Another one cursing his name and a pox on his line |
| A watchman’s sign of writer’s symbols |
| Here’s a rival, fly a ribbon red for sure |
| Survival swine who murdered and pillaged and burned |
| Ruined our village, will refuse to serve |
| Instead we’ll choose to turn and purge this vile scourge |
| Notes been broken by the beast that burned |
| Cast the burden from the castle gates |
| Storm the barricades and take the tyrant from the tower |
| People rise, the time is now to |
| Claim your place in this, our nation’s finest hour |