Come On, Kick Me Again
Jacqueline was seventeen, working on a desk
When Ivor appeared above her spectacle
Forgot that he had wrecked a girl
Sometimes these eyes forget the face they're peering from
When the face they peer upon
Well you know that face as I do
And how in the return of the gaze
She can return you the face that you are staring from
It's always better on holiday
So much better on holiday
That's why we only work when we need the money
Gregor was down again
Said, 'Come on, kick me again'
Said, 'I'm so drunk I don't mind if you kill me'
Come on you gutless
Yeah, I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive and how I know it
But for chips, and for freedom I could die
It's always better on holiday
So much better on holiday
That's why we only work when we need the money
Posted by Highwaygirl on December 29, 2004 06:26 AM
to the category The Key of Life
