Roman Holiday

Baby, come on get stoned, get stoned

Get inside it, inside it, inside it, inside

Get along, get along, get alone, get alone, get

Heard about the week on the Dalymount seat, yeah

Baby, come on 'fore the going gets gone

Heard you lied to the Major, won't be long

Well I wish upon a wedding for a picture in the star

When they knock for ya don't forget who you are

Skinty Fia

Baby, come on, whose side are you on?

I don't wanna see the queen, I already sing her song

While they're snuffing out hopes and they're blotting out suns

They claim to know the form in which genius comes, yeah

Baby, come on, get your high heels on

It's the body is cold, it's the course is run

What artless living, all this soft pain thrills

What calamities usher all our brilliance to the hills

Can you feel it?

Baby, come on get stoned, get stoned

Get inside it, inside it, inside it, inside

Get along, get along, get alone, get alone, get

Was it the weed or the moment that stoned ya?

Baby, come on get the hourglass on

I will dart into town, no I won't be long

If the talk's getting cold, we'll be chancing none

Well you know what I'm saying, our day will come

Can you feel it?

Won't be long

Can you feel it?