Sainthood Reps Holiday Makers
You parked in your garage and closed the door behind you
And then you turned on the ignition
You opened all your windows wide and closed your eyes
You loosened up your tie, not calling in sick
There’s a million people just like you, waiting for a way
to escape
all the stress
You want the quiet life on the company dime.
The corporate giant falls and hits the Atlantic
Where’s your daughter now? She’s nowhere to be found.
Where’s the water now? It’s all around your mouth (Way
down the line)
You rode a tidal wave to work today
Must have been early cause nobody was there
It hit so hard that they all went on holiday only to find
their loved
ones drowned
It took your home away
Washed it in the sea
It built your house for you on the ocean floor and it’s
visible from
New York City
Everything is fine, everything is just fine
When I look up at the sky I notice that I am made up
of everything that makes up the heaven and the stars
the comets and the cars and the water floating ‘round
