Roman Holiday (Skinty Fia Sessions)

Baby come on, get stoned, get stoned, get
Excited, excited, excited, excited
Get along, get along, get along, get along, get

Heard about the week on the daily mail teach
Baby come on, father gone, get's gone
Heard you lied to the major, it won't be long
Well I wish upon the wedding for a picture in the stack
One day not far, don't forget who you are

Skins you feel
Baby come on, whose side are you on?
I don't wanna see the queen, I already sing the song
Well there's nothing in the hopes and the blood in their sons
They claim to know the form in which genius comes

Baby come on, get your high heels on
It's a body is cold, it's a cross is one
What atlas with another soft pain thrills
What calamities wash all our brilliance to the hills

Can you feel it?
Feel it
Baby
'Til the morning knows my name
I'll find

Baby come on, get stoned, get stoned, get
Excited, excited, excited, excited
Get along, get along, get along, get along, get

Was it the weed? I don't know if that stoned ya
Baby come on, get the hourglass on
I was out into town, now I won't be long
If the talk's getting cold we'll be chancing a nun
Well you know what I'm saying, our day will come

Can you feel it?