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)
Red water chase
them away.
My tables been set for but seven,
just last year I dined with eleven.
g*****n ye
merry
gentlemen
Whoa mistletoe
(It's growing cold)
I'm seeing ghosts
(I'm drinking old)
Red water
Red water
(Red
water)
Red water chase them away.
(Chase them away)
(Don't chase them away)