I'm on a holiday, hooligan's holiday.

Drop dead beauties stompin' up a storm, lines of hell on our

face.
Bruised bad apples crawling through the night, busted loose,
runaway, oo, runaway.


Always, always a thrill without a motive.
30 days, such a haze.


Everybody wants a piece of the action.
Everybody wants a piece of the pie.


We're on a holiday, hooligan's holiday.
I'm on a holiday, hooligan's.

I gotta get away, hooligan's holiday.
We're on a holiday, hooligan's, yeah. Cross-eyed derilicts
comin', iron horse

between our legs.
Tattoos, black manes flowin'.
Everyday's a holidaze.


Everybody wants a piece of the action.
Everybody wants a piece of the pie.

They want a piece of mind.

We're on a holiday, hooligan's holiday.

I'm on a holiday, hooligan's.
I gotta get away, hooligan's holiday.
We're on a holiday, hooligan's.


Modern times and new blood's pumpin'.
Only the strong survive.