Lyrics
Wake up, it's Christmas morn
Those loved have long since gone
The stockings 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
Well our table's been set for but seven
And just last year I dined with 11
And goddamn ye merry gentlemen
Whoa mistletoe (He's growing cold)
I'm seeing ghosts (I'm drinking old)
Red water
Red water (red water)
Red water, chase them away
(Will chase them away)
(Go chase them away)
