Testo Holiday

I passed out on someone's couch in someone's house
Woke up in the afternoon
To the sound of the boulevard
Hey look outside
It's New Year's Day, the Fourth of July
But inside, no fireworks
Although it's filled with punks
The fuses refuse to burn
[Chorus]
It's a holiday until tomorrow
A hundred miles away and I'm full of sorrow
I'm not prone to steal, but not afraid to borrow

You passed out invitations to your show
Dressed up in my finest suit
Didn't know if I should go
I bought a bottle of Beam
Man, it's a forcefield from the scene
I heard you tried to hit on me
It's such a pity I was too damn drunk to see

[Chorus repeating]
I passed out on someone's couch in someone's house
You passed out invitations to your show
We passed out in the back bedroom on the coats