Wake up, the house is on fire
And the cat's caught in the dryer
Philosophy's a liar when your home is your headstone
"Icon" is the last chance for hope
When there's no such thing as heroes
Your faith lies in the ditch that you dug yourself in

Last chance to piss it all away
Nothing but hell to pay
When the lights are going down

Oh, deadbeat holiday
Celebrate your own decay
There's a vacant sign that's hanging high
On a noose over your home
Oh, deadbeat holiday
Get on your knees and pray
There's a vacant sign that's hanging high
But at least you're not alone

Christmas lights in the middle of August
Grudges come back to haunt us
Your oldest allies are your long lost enemies
Grounded in a duplex to find
That you're living on a landmine
Vacation hotspots is a cemetery drive

Last chance to piss it all away
Nothing but hell to pay
When the lights are going down

Oh, deadbeat holiday
Celebrate your own decay
There's a vacant sign that's hanging high
On a noose over your home
Oh, deadbeat holiday
Get on your knees and pray
There's a vacant sign that's hanging high
But at least you're not alone

Holiday
Suicide

Last chance to piss it all away
Nothing but hell to pay
When all you wanna do
'Na do, give up (give up)

Deadbeat holiday
Celebrate your own decay
There's a vacant sign that's hanging high
On a noose over your home
Oh, deadbeat holiday
Get on your knees and pray
There's a vacant sign that's hanging high
But at least you're not alone

Oh, deadbeat holiday
Celebrate your own decay
There's a vacant sign that's hanging high
But at least you're not alone

Holiday

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Billie Joe Armstrong, Frank E., III Wright, Frank Edwin Wright Iii, Michael Pritchard, Mike Dirnt, Mike Ryan Pritchard, Tre Cool