Turboweekend - Holiday lyrics

Friday fever dream, eyelashes to the moon The clock is slowing down, and the sun is setting soon Everybody knows there's really nothing left to do And from my corner desk all I think about is you Not till the hours strikes may I turn invisible But once we cross the line we can't be held responsible Let all hell break loose, let the sky rain snakes and toads In just an hour I'll be out of reach and on the road Holiday! Holiday is coming! Lift the carpet up! I'll sweep the table clean My legs are twitching with a transformation fantasy Chase and catch the deer, dig my fangs into it's neck My shirt's already red and my face is soaking wet Lock the closet tight and scrub the blood from off my hands When monday comes again I'll carry out the masters plan Holiday! Holiday is coming!