A cautionary tale about middle aged men trying to rediscover their youth. It's been hard work recording vocals especially in this heat.
Cheers
John
Your Last Holiday
Flying away for a week
Got so excited, can't even speak
Spending some time with the lads
Well stocked with cheap booze and fags
You spent every day, just drinking away
Time in your new found paradise
You danced every night and got in a fight
But hey ! The lads would help you out
Out on a boat for a day
Conditions perfect, nothing to say
Let's say it's time for a swim
Tanked up with copious amounts of gin
You plunged through the waves, and sank to the depths
Onto the rocky ocean floor
As your mind lost control, you started to pray
But there was no one to save you
Your last holiday - Your last holiday
The one you went away – The one you went away
Couldn't find what you were looking for
Won't be coming back no more
Flying you home in a week
Everyone's – Going to weep
What a waste of a life
There's the kids, kids and the your wife
You spent every day, just drinking away
Time in your new found paradise
You danced in the night
No one there would help you out
Your last holiday - Your last holiday
The one you went away – The one you went away
Couldn't find what you were looking for
Won't be coming back no more
(c) Bradley - 2018