Bank Holiday
from Junkyard Sam Hosted by Cyanide Lovesong
"Bank Holiday" Jump through the front Crash through the back Smash in the glass we're gonna get the money fast Drop to the ground Gun to the head Dont make a sound, ya gonna find yourself dead Just fill the bag with cash we'll be on our way Truck packed to the max Lock all the doors Got three in the back & two more on the floor Big bags of cash With my kids in the back And my wife at my side Sayin' "Time to move on!" We hear the sirens but we're already gone It's a bank holiday Our only means to escape We'll find our way out Of this insidious place You'll see, it's our chance to be free A better future for you and me If we can just leave the city behind Off the grid into the mountains we drive Backwood folk, armed to the hilt Left past behind with no guilt Got a patch of land and a pond, no sand, Forest, farming, fishing & fun And well-trained dogs with barks backed up by guns A growing caste of like-minded men Kids & women united again Working the land, life off-the-grid Bartering with spirits, kindred We'll say goodbye to a toxic way of life It's a bank holiday Our only means to escape We'll find our way out Of this insidious place You'll see, it's our chance to be free A better future for you and me If we can just leave the city behind Off the grid into the mountains we drive It's 2030 we're happy and free We own our lives independent and free Our blood is pure and we're happy and free We own our lives independent and free Fuck Agenda 2030
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