Another holiday thrown in our eyes, our ears and in our face, with pressure on the case
It’s sunny on the side for Auld Lang Syne - My body lost their phone, they’re wishing for a loan

And I can see the stars appear, brilliant and bright. Philanthropy and herding steer - millions tonight
You slobber on your face then ask for more, our mother sheds a tear
Potatoes reappear
The gravy on the floors yields pain and sorrow, we love ourselves enough, we’re seldom in a huff
And I can see the stars appear, brilliant and bright Philanthropy and herding steer - millions tonight