You went looking for shelter in all the wrong spaces
You grew gluttonous and famous with faces
Nameless and blank, superstitiously you name them St. Christopher and Johanna
St. Christopher and Johanna
St. Christopher and Johanna Overcome with the holiday spirit
Mark says the Herald angels won't hear it
And remember the wolves
That you run with are wolves, don't forget They exist to give you something to regret
I'll beat them to it With something sadder than that bra** portrait
That shines through your morning din
Something sadder than that bra** portrait
That shines through your morning din I'll give you something to be sad about
Hey, the picture really captures your mouth
Poised to say, it's your turn to go down now It's your turn to go down now
It's your turn to go down now
It's your turn to go down now
In the spirit of giving in Glad prayer Mary come on
Glad prayer Mary come on
Glad prayer Mary come on All I wanted was an answer to the secret
Ground floor Mary come on, outboard Mary come on
All I wanted was an answer to Your money or your life? Your money or your life?
I was sick of America and her screaming decay
I was in a band we were singing 'Hooray' quite often But your momma was poor, your daddy was poor
What you gonna do?
Your mother was poor, your father was poor
What you gonna do about it? Glad prayer Mary come on
Glad prayer Mary come on
Glad prayer Mary come on
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