Well, haven't you seen that big sign Over on First and Seventh that says With words ten feet high and made of teeth "Oh reason not the need" and underneath Is a man doing an imitation of Satan But there is nothing evil in him He was just another saint that was made broken Next to an old doorway With a dark history of being left open Saint Nicholas Left your toys again behind at the bar A silver gun Some dollar bills A lump of coal And wolves howling at your door A ceiling full of inflatable worlds And Xmas lights that spin all year round The question is always bigger than the answer It takes a nurse to ease you into your surrender As she smiles 'cause she knows you won't remember Things you should only be telling your mother As she counts you down, your drowned soul Tired and hard, defeated and getting mean And what's worse, the humiliations of a good time Or slipping into the routine Or for you is it All the same thing Saint Nicholas Left your toys again at the bar A silver gun Some dollar bills A lump of coal Wolves howling at your door Most people want to inhabit their lives Like ghosts and drift from room to room And brag about what imprisons them And wait for the sweep of a broom And written in the dust beneath your drink It says, "Deadness needs nothing to justify it" Like the ache that's crawling though your chest Needs nothing to amplify it For years you wore the crown Now the wolves are hunting you down And you're dead serious in your face You're dead serious now Want someone to see you Saint Nicholas The wolves all believe you Saint Nicholas The wolves all believe you