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Santa Claus
Giving sweet little gifts to the rich little kids yeah
but in my stocking's only coal

black as my smoke filled lungs
black as my wretched soul yeah
Alone under the mistletoe

Santa I'm on your list now
but please don't check it twice,
I've been so fucking naughty, I can't do anything right

It's a radio with guts Christmas
A radio with guts christmas
Wasted on Egg Nog and Perfume

With your gun so bright
won't you end my life tonight
Despair like this comes once a year
And the girl that I need is never here

Santa Claus
I have a wish list that I'd like you to fill, yeah
a carton of smokes to sooth my pain

A case of 8 star whiskey
and a girl to hold
A bunch of pills to make me sleep

I'm going under three times
only coming up twice
make a noose of holly
ain't Christmas time fuckin' jolly

Chorus

The sound of sleigh bells ringing
the sound of little kids singing
the sound of my sick coughing
bleeding that I won't be stopping

It's beginning to look a lot more hopeless
I die with every drink
the most pathetic sight to see
is my body that will be
hanging in your room