Holiday (Deluxe Edition)

de Dirt Poor Robins

Once upon a time
The idea that energy could be harvested straight out of thin air
Would seem like a fiction from the imagination of Jules Verne
But today we are seeing what was once just a fantasy
Born into fruition through the spectacular genius
Of inventor Oliver Graves

Gather 'round me, children, for the tale of a man
Who thought he'd make his name through an impervious plan
He'd build the tallest tower, and he would ascend
Now none evade his sight throughout the land

His power was perfected in this temple he erected
Now forever insurrection could be crushed beneath his hand
And with his mighty voice he would amend
This riddle so we could not comprehend

Babble on and on in his Babylon
Variety's undone with one name for everyone
Babble on till the sky is gone
And his candle's burning brighter than the Sun

But the cedars for your coffins are already hewn
You're running out of heat inside your hot-air balloon
The chubby lady's ready, and she's dying to croon
A tune to usher in the days of doom

For lately we ain't findin' any honey in the lion
Men are lying with Delilah and their fire is subdued
Apologies for spreading woe and gloom
But read the sign, this tower is your tomb

Babble on and on in your Babylon
Variety's undone with one name for everyone
Babble on till the sky is gone
And your candle's burning brighter than the Sun

Hold on to your soul though these days may be bleak
Saint Michael has been summoned immaterially
To spear the mighty tannin, cast him into the sea
A shield for those who never bend their knee

For now we babble on and on in our Babylon
Variety's undone with one name for everyone
Babble on till the sky is gone
And your candle's burning brighter than the Sun

La de da da de da de da
Ah, ah, ah (whoa-oh-oh)
La de da da de da de da

And your candle's burning brighter than the Sun
Your candle's burning brighter than the Sun
Your candle's burning brighter than the Sun

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