My Personal Holiday Lyrics

I want my personal holiday
Three happy hours to last.
A calendar without an empty space.
I'm busy worshipping your saints!
And I just can't believe in so
Many perfect people.
Can we celebrate without a sacrifice?
This time we won't be just wasted,
Sorry, we're not serving
Any flesh or blood.
'Cause I want my personal holiday And we're not gonna worship your saints!
I just can't remember all those perfect people!
Can we celebrate without sacrifice?
I planted another saint in the garden
He grows fast...No fear-mongering!
Great men can't make small mistakes...
Your perfect people are dead...
This time we're gonna use just
Personal reasons

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