Bernays Propaganda - 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