Celebrate
Lyrics
She insists that she's a lunatic, closer to the bone
She hardly ever visits upstairs, would rather telephone
Well I guess beauty does what beauty does best, it's beautiful
Says that's the trouble with reality
It's taken far too seriously
I do hope God is good to me
And Santa Claus to the children
Celebrate, this party's over
I'm going home
Celebrate, this party's over
I'm going home
His essential complications are hung up on confused
It's a planet full of traffic lights and traffic light abuse
But that's no stranger than strange
Or any other stranger
He claims it's dangerous to be innocent
As you're the victim every time
Histories of insanity intruding on the sane
Celebrate, this party's over
I'm going home
Celebrate, this party's over
I'm going home
Are histories of insanity intruding on the sane?
Even if your problem is the problem do we have to play those games?
When a heartache is enough for anyone to shoulder
See that's the trouble with reality
It's taken far too seriously
I do hope God is good to me
And Santa Claus to the children
Celebrate (Celebrate)
This party's over
I'm going home
Celebrate (Celebrate)
This party's over
I'm going home
Celebrate (Celebrate)
This party's over
I'm going home
Writer(s): David Frew, Enda Wyatt, Gerard Whelan, Martin Murphy
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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