There's a War - Holiday Version Lyrics

Underneath the universe, she's there
Coming 'round to get ya.
And she'll have you pack your bags in a hearse
And say,"Mama, I ain't coming home for supper."
Well we can send you down that lazy river,
In the summertime or in the winter,
For a weekend holiday, you can hear those tourists say,
"My, ain't it fun to get away."