What would you say if we lived every day like it were a holiday?
Well, you say you're a realist
Well I really know what I want
Just figuring out how to get there
On the back of happy thoughts and giving what we've got
To all the people who've helped us unlearn what we were taught
About art, about love, about dreams, about work
Just to fuel the system that is treating us like dirt
And through singing songs late every single night
And screaming, Punk rock saved my fucking life
What would you say if we loved everyday like it were a holiday?