Fontaines D.C. - Roman Holiday lyrics
Fontaines D.C. [Grian Chatten, Conor Curley, Conor Deegan III, Tom Coll, Carlos O'Connell] Dublin, Ireland 🇮🇪
[Fontaines D.C. - Roman Holiday lyrics]
Baby, come on get stoned, get stoned
Get inside it, inside it, inside it, inside
Get along, get along, get alone, get alone
Get
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
Get
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?
Get inside it, inside it, inside it, inside
Get along, get along, get alone, get alone
Get
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
Get
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?