it's christmas time
and the needles on the tree
a skinny santa is bringing something to me
his voice is overwhelming, but his speech is slurred
and i only understand every other word
open your parachute and grab your gun
falling down like an omen, a setting sun
read the part and return at five
it's a hell of a role if you can keep it alive
but i don't care if i fuck up
i'm going on a date with a rich white lady
ain't life great?
give me one good reason not to do it
(because i love you)
so do it
this is the place where time reverses
dead men talk to all the pretty nurses
instruments shine on a silver tray
don't let me get carried away
don't let me get carried away
don't let me be carried away
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