The Spirit of Giving

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
JohannaSt.
Christopher and
JohannaSt.
Christopher and
JohannaOvercome with the holiday spirit
Mark says the
Herald angels wont hear it
And remember the wolves
That you run with are wolves, dont forget
They exist to give you something to regret
Ill beat them to it
With something sadder than that brass portrait
That shines through your morning din
Something sadder than that brass portrait
That shines through your morning din
Ill give you something to be sad about
Hey, the picture really captures your mouth
Poised to say, its your turn to go down now
Its your turn to go down now
Its your turn to go down now
Its 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...