Altruistic Holiday

Far down the road, Pioneer performs an episode, Can't pull me through, A lesser man would hand them out to you. So make no mistake, The lines are drawn but not to fade away and you might call it: an altruistic fate. Gone with the wind, and subtle things keep you settling, So don't cry to me, Bout the freedom you will never see, And make no mistake, I see your troubles many miles away, and you might call it: an altruistic trait. So there's no more guessing on what's best for me. Take my chances long, before I pray. Down in the sea, Thousand souldiers who have died for me, singing on, set me free, It's just the islands pry from penalty. So no make no mistake! Reparations have a final say, and you might call it: An altruistic holiday! So there's no more guessing on what's best for me. Take my chances long, before I pray. There's no more blessings without guarantee. Take my chances long before I am free.