Vacation (I Want to Die On)

Vacation – (Listen)

I want to die on vacation
cold beer in my hand
pretty girls and open spaces
and my face in the sand

I want to die on vacation
far away from my desk
deadlines and dictations
far away from my debts

Chorus
and when the tide comes in to wash away my sins
set my sails three sheets to the wind
let the crabs and sharks pull my body apart
and have a party on last night’s gin

I want to die on vacation
face down in the grass
falling down from the laughter
falling down on my ass

I want to fall off a mountain
chasing down a mountain goat
high enough to see my god
and the promise he broke

Chorus

I want to die on vacation
full of love and success
face down in my soup
full of wine and excess

I want to call off a hammock
leave my body on a beach
don’t pull me out if I drown

Chorus

I want to die on vacation
cold beer in my hand
pretty girls and open spaces
and my face in the sand

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