Sentimental fool, have you missed it again
Christmas is coming with its white b**** of flame
Gussied up and stay pressed, the room is in trim
It's not so wondrous, you're indentured to it
Your l***, so close to torture
With everything you want
Shaking towards shelter and vodka on ice
Looking for words to Auld Lang Syne
God grant us grace in working the room
God grant me patience caught in his sight
God grant me patience to just make it
c***tailed moneymaker
Ice breaking
Your tongue, so close to torture
With everything it seeks
An empty-handed breeze
An empty head it grabs at
As if it could be real
You say you'll leave it up to me
I can't stand to hear you speak
Or to listen to you sleep
Christmas is coming with his bright b**** of flame
Christmas is coming with its white b**** of flame
Gussied up and stay pressed, the room is in trim
It's not so wondrous, you're indentured to it
Your l***, so close to torture
With everything you want
Shaking towards shelter and vodka on ice
Looking for words to Auld Lang Syne
God grant us grace in working the room
God grant me patience caught in his sight
God grant me patience to just make it
c***tailed moneymaker
Ice breaking
Your tongue, so close to torture
With everything it seeks
An empty-handed breeze
An empty head it grabs at
As if it could be real
You say you'll leave it up to me
I can't stand to hear you speak
Or to listen to you sleep
Christmas is coming with his bright b**** of flame