Wake up, the house is on fire
And the cat's caught in the dryer
Philosphy's a liar
When your home is your headstone
Icon is the last chance for hope
When there's no such thing as heroes
Your faith lies in a ditch
That you dug yourself in
(Coro)
Last chance to piss it all away
Nothing but hell to pay
When the lights are going down
Deadbeat holiday
Celebrate your own decay
There's a vacant sign
That's hanging high
On a noose over your home
Deadbeat holiday
Get on your knees and pray
There's a vacant sign
That's hanging high
But at least you're not alone
Christmas lights in the middle of August
Grudges come back to haunt us
Your oldest allies are
Your long lost enemies
Grounded in a duplex to find
That you're living on a landmine
Vacation hotspots is
A cemetery drive