Lyrics:
sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his
to criticize and condemn
Just think but for the grace of God it'd be you instead of him
One careless step a thoughtless deed and then the misery starts
killing me
My second pack of cigarettes
It's a slow night but there's time yet
Here comes John from his other life
He may be driving to his wife
But
Welcome to planet Earth
Where people are divided
Some who try to fight it got violence and it hurts
Damaged turf, put men at work so people could
cuz!"
Got halfway up the block I calmed down and stopped screamin'
Then thought, "Oh, I get it, I must be dreamin'"
I strolled back home with a grin on my
'Cause no one comes to call on him
And his phone it never rings
He wanders through his empty home
Surrounded by his things
And silently I say a little
and measure planets by parallax
Check out the retrograde motion, kill the notion
Of biting and recycling and calling it your own creation
I feel like Rockwell,
Each day through my window
I watch him as he passes by
I say to myself "what an incredible guy"
To have a love like that
Must surely be a dream
how much you love me)
(Come be near to me and say you need me now)
Oh, with you by my side
This world can't keep us down
Together we can make it
baby, what's up with that?
Hickory dickory dock, it was twelve o'clock
Cinderella ain't home must be givin up the cock
I don't doubt it, she is
A lonely mother gazing out of her window
Staring at a son that she just can't touch.
If at any time he's in a jam she'll be by his side,
But he
him it's time
Be ready to take a life
Another voice tells him he'll know when
In his pocket he handles a knife
There's a woman who stands in a doorway
at him
"Well, I guess you must have known it would someday
Be careful not to touch the wall, there's a brand-new coat of paint
I'm glad to see you're
baby, what's up with that?
Hickory dickory dock, it was twelve o'clock
Cinderella ain't home must be givin up the cock
I don't doubt it, she is
My days will go by
Like clouds in the sky
I can’t feel this pain
I can’t feel it
I can’t feel this pain
It ain’t my tears that’s fallin'
It must be
Walking 'round this metropolis
With its buildings that reach to the clouds
There must be millions of people out there
Walking 'round with their
deh)
I light it up and touch the sky (huh)
I am getting there and so am i
Just 2 of us must be tonight
Pounds by maself a smoke
Pounds by maself a smoke
a cigarette,
Leans back to see the sky.
Oh and he thinks how much better off he is,
Without her hanging round.
Let's do it.
And the day is passing by him
to live)
Land of the beautiful (To get something you've never had, you must be willing to do something you've never done)
Cursed by the hate we throw (I'ma
it when I first started
And it's such a great pleasure to be on this show tonight Ladies and Gentleman
Tell uh, it's given me a thrill inside, you
And straight to hell, got an impaled by the gates
So Satan stuck his face in an ashtray
While I sashayed around flames with a match and I gave him the gas face
reindeer
A little old driver so lively and quick
I knew in a moment it must be Saint Nick
And more rapid than eagles, his reindeer all came
As he
I wish it was my ten-four
had to pull a strap on a fool named Louis the Third
'cause I'm getting chased by the ghetto bird
"Just put his hat,
others, no one knocks upon his door
And it might as well be raining, 'cause the sunlight hurts his eyes
And his ears will never hear the children's cries
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