Jacqueline was seventeen
Working on a desk
When Iver
Peered above a spectacle
Forgot that he had wrecked a girl
Sometimes these eyes
Forget the face they´re peering from
When the face they peer upon
Well, you know
That face as I do
And how in the return of the gaze
She can return you the face
That you are staring from
It´s always better on holiday
So much better on holiday
That´s why we only work when
We need the money
Gregor was down again
Said come on, kick me again
Said I´m so drunk
I don´t mind if you kill me
Come on you gutless
I´m alive
I´m alive
I´m alive
and how I know it
But for chips and for freedom
I could die
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.com
It´s always better on holiday...