Wake up, it's Christmas mourn

Those loved have long since gone

The stocking are hung but who cares

preserved for those no longer there

six feet beneath me sleep



Black lights hang from the tree

accents of dead holly



Whoa mistletoe

(It's growing cold)

I'm seeing ghost

(I'm drinking old)

Red water

Red water

Red water chase them away



My tables been set for but seven

just last year i dined with eleven

goddamn ye merry gentlemen



Whoa mistletoe

(It's growing cold)

I'm seeing ghosts

(I'm drinking old)

Red water

Red water

Red water chase them away.


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