I'm on a holiday wasting my time away   Writing a book on you born on a holiday   In the December snow wasting my time away   Writing a book on you born on a holiday      Somewhere in this song   A little clue to something (clue to something)   Parts of it seem over now   You expect a real solution (real solution)   I've got to go with what I know   Taking it on a holiday away      I've done my share of drugs (they drag me down)   I've done my share of speed (it kept me up)   I've had the strangest love (it's all I need)   I've had the things I need (I need it now)      When everthing seems wrong   I need to look to something (look to something)   People outside inside staying   Out for nothing (out for nothing)   And if you're in I can't let go   Short of the long holiday   I think you know what I've been saying      When there's nothing left to all   The colors that you sprayed upon it   Passing judgment on my life   You never really got it right   I can't believe in anything   I don't believe in anything   Do you believe in anything      Do you believe me now      Look like Jesus Christ   Act like Jesus Christ I know...   Here's your Jesus Christ   I'm your Jesus Christ I know...      Bleeding to death again (my bleeding heart)   Stuck in the heart again (goes out to you)   Somebody nail my hands (I needed pain)   Somebody take my hand (I bleed again)      I knew it all along and now   We're screwed forever (screwed forever)   Shake these demons off my back   And I can make it better (make it better)   But I can't go on knowing I am   Permanent on this holiday   I think you know what I am saying      I became the big disgrace   I know that I'm the ugly face   I need some time to reconcile   I need some time to heal a while      You'll be sorry when I'm gone   I guess you knew this all along