Jacqueline - Franz Ferdinand

Jacqueline was seventeen

Working on a desk

When Ivor

Peered above a spectacle

Forgot that he had wrecked a girl

Sometimes these eyes

Forget the face they’re peering from

When the face they peer upon

Well, you know

That face as i do

And how in the return of tha gaze

She can return you the face

That you are staring from

It’s always better on holiday

So much better on holiday

That’s why we only work when

We need the money

Gregor was down again

Said come on, kick me again

Said i’m so drunk

I don’t mind if you kill me Come on you gutless

I’m alive

I’m alive

I’m alive

And how i know it But for chips and for freedom

I could die

It’s always better on holiday…