So I'm on my own
Far from my broken home
And it costs

Feels like 10 below
Pack me off to school
Innocence and trust

Are all lost
Where did my childhood go


Calling from the payphone
Trying not to cry
Feeling I am dying

Telling you I'm fine
You tell me it's the making of me
That's a $#&@ing lie

When's the holidays
Holidays
Holiday


I'm at the bottom of my bed
Headphones on my head

John Peel's show
Feels like 10 below
The sky's a dull gun metal

Where did the sun
And it rains and rains
Feels like 10 below


Turning on the weaker ones
When we were bored

I used to have feelings
But all I feels a hole
Is where the heart is

And the organ praise the lord

When's the holidays

Holidays
Holiday


He's at war
He's at war
With himself at the world

He's at war
He will strike first to anticipate
He's at war

Don't know how to relate
Feel like a cold war spy
If I's caught

Take the easy way out