Machete Gang Holiday

Step outside
Dodge the muggers and the stabbers like landmines
The critics' eyes
The divebombing drunks
They’ve been drinking themselves blind
They’re all illusions made of sand
We will fear no man
Not even the machete gangs
You want to feel bad but you won’t
We’re not sorry
We want to feel bad but we don’t
We’re not sorry
We’re not sorry
We’re on our way
Up, up, up and away
Up, up, up and away
Terminals of preachers
Gunslingers and leeches
Kamikaze feral cats
Psychos wielding baseball bats
They’re all illusions made of sand
We will fear no man
Not even the machete gangs
Up, up, up and away
Up, up, up and away
Up, up, up and away
Up, up, up and away
You want to feel bad but you won’t
We’re not sorry
We want to feel bad but we don’t
We’re not sorry
We’re not sorry
We’re on our way
Up, up, up and away
Up, up, up and away
Up, up, up and away
Up, up, up and away
Up, up, up and away
Into the atmosphere
Far away from human fear
Up, up, up and away
Up, up, up and away
Up, up, up and away
Up, up, up and away