spies - the holidays of jed bartlet lyrics
[verse 1]
i’m in the car seat
head on, waiting for the next collision
as you go from garden to garden
to the hill to the lower position
with my good hand on the good book
help me out this place feels like a bunker
the white walls i’m buried under
[verse 2]
but leo’s at right hand
with the swiftness of his word
and joshua is in the backroom
and he’s sharpening his sword
[verse 3]
i was made for more than living in pale skin
and cotton clothes
getting swayed by the slightest of breath
stuck in a stigma waiting on those
who cover their own intentions
to my back against the throne
till the nation that i hold is holding
nothing more than my bones
[verse 4]
but lately slipping in and out of revival
see the sparks coming from my eyes
twirling thoughts in a clotted brain
that i won’t live much longer
[bridge]
it lately seems to p-ss me on
it lately seems to p-ss me
oh it lately seems to p-ss me on
it lately seems to p-ss on these days
[outro]
my hollow days, my hollow day, my hollow days, my holidays
my hollow days
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