Altruistic Holiday Lyrics

Far down the road,
Pioneer performs an episode,
Can't pull me through,
A lesser man would hand them out to you.
So make no mistake,
The lines are drawn but not to fade away
And you might call it:
An altruistic fate.

Gone with the wind,
And subtle things keep you settling,
So don't cry to me,
Bout the freedom you will never see,
And make no mistake,
I see your troubles many miles away,
And you might call it:
An altruistic trait.
So there's no more guessing
On what's best for me.

Take my chances long,
Before I pray.
Down in the sea,
Thousand souldiers who have died for me,
Singing on, set me free,
It's just the islands pry from penalty.
So no make no mistake!
Reparations have a final say,
And you might call it:
An altruistic holiday!
So there's no more guessing
On what's best for me.

Take my chances long,
Before I pray.
There's no more blessings
Without guarantee.
Take my chances long
Before I am free.