Step outside
Dodge the muggers and the stabbers like landmines

The critics' eyes
The divebombing drunks,
They've been drinking themselves blind

They're all illusions made of sand
We will fear no man
Not even the machete gangs

You want to feel bad but you won't
We're not sorry
We want to feel bad but we don't
We're not sorry

We're not sorry
We're on our way

Up, up, up and away
Up, up, up and away

Terminals of preachers
Gunslingers and leeches
Kamikaze feral cats
Psychos wielding baseball bats

They're all illusions made of sand
We will fear no man
Not even the machete gangs

Up, up, up and away
Up, up, up and away
Up, up, up and away
Up, up, up and away

You want to feel bad but you won't
We're not sorry
We want to feel bad but we don't
We're not sorry

We're not sorry
We're on our way

Up, up, up and away
Up, up, up and away
Up, up, up and away
Up, up, up and away

Up, up, up and away
Into the atmosphere
Far away from human fear

Up, up, up and away
Up, up, up and away
Up, up, up and away
Up, up, up and away


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Machete Gang Holiday song meanings
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