Roman Holiday

Baby, come on get stoned, get stoned Get inside it, inside it, inside it, inside Get along, get along, get alone, get alone, yeah Heard about the week on the Dalymount seat, yeah Baby, come on 'fore the going gets gone Heard you lied to the Major, won't be long Well I wish upon a wedding for a picture in the star When they knock for ya don't forget who you are Skinty Fia Baby, come on whose side are you on? I don't wanna see the queen I already sing her song While they're snuffing out hopes and they're blotting out suns They claim to know the form in which genius comes, yeah Baby, come on get your high heels on It's the body is cold It's the course is run What artless living all this soft pain thrills What calamities usher all our brilliance to the hills Can you feel it? Baby, come on get stoned, get stoned Get inside it, inside it, inside it, inside Get along, get along, get alone, get alone, yeah Was it the weed or the moment that stoned ya? Baby, come on get the hourglass on I will dart into town, no I won't be long If the talk's getting cold, we'll be chancing none Well you know what I'm saying Our day will come Can you feel it? Won't be long Can you feel it?