I Hate Holidays
by Slumlords· from On the stremph
Every time come around
I hate holidays
They always seem to bring me down
And I hate holidays
Never turns out the way you planned
And no one seems to understand
It's just a setup for another fight
Nothing seems to turn out right
Turkey's burned - your uncle's drunk
Your second cousin's spouting junk
Bragging about some stupid crap
That's why they're never invited back
That's why they're never invited back
Not welcome here anymore
And it feels so go when I slam the door
Every time they come around
I hate holidays
They always seem to bring me down
And I hate holidays
No space to move - nowhere to go
Why does the clock move so slow?
Give me another cigarette
And a glass of wine so I'll forget
Turkey's burned - your uncle's drunk
Your second cousin's spouting junk
I wish that I could take a nap
That's why I never invite them back
That's why I never invite them back
Not welcome here anymore
And it feels so good when I slam the door
Every time they come around
I hate holidays
They always seem to bring me down
And I hate holidays
I hate holidays
I hate holidays
I hate holidays