Holiday Sun

Sunglasses and 'Credence'
Salt, Wather and a fryin brain
This morning I gonna cut my leg
Call the sharks for a dinner and
For a party too

Seaside suicide
Oh yeah, bad moon rises

Cigarettes and drinks
Burning summer, what you mean?
In this desert and wet town
I gonna wash my sins
Until my last breath

Seaside suicide
Oh yeah, bad moon rises