From the album The Spoiler Versions

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Paul Frederick - lead vocals
Christopher Cordoba - guitar, synths, programming, backing vocals
James Watson - bass
David Watson - backing vocals
Some children - vocals

Produced by Christopher R Clark
Engineered by James Watson
Mixed by James Watson and Christopher Cordoba

Lyrics

Rode through the desert to see the show
Evening light shining like bronze
Going there to find out what everyone would come to know
Making it up as we went along
We made it look like outer space or the surface of the moon
It was like another planet or the future come too soon
Pretending that we do this kind of thing all the time
It’s a holiday, it’s a realisation that I deserve what’s mine

I dropped the damn thing by mistake
The sun surged out from yellow to black
This is real and everything else is fake
Now I know there’s no turning back
Red flags were flying house disappeared
Everyone was lying saying hey man this isn’t weird
Pretending that we did this kind of thing all the time
It’s a holiday, it’s a realisation that I deserve what’s mine