a shit load of wine

The child was a king, then started drinking,
Corrupted by our new beginning,
Santa is coming; he knows where to go,
If he is late we’ll show him ho ho.

Christmas time, a shit load of wine,
Children drinking all of the time,
Tarts on the corner, Drunks in the bars,
No no-one has a Christmas quite like ours.

There’s a time for fighting, and a time for running,
Because no one saw society coming,
With fingerprints on the fire, the gifts are all gone,
Maybe Christmas was not here all along,

Christmas time, a shit load of wine,
Children drinking all of the time,
Tarts on the corner, Drunks in the bars,
No no-one has a Christmas quite like ours.

A little ray of light, our own little sprite,
A child’s innocence sings into the night,
The gifts are returned, the thief’s cry instead,
Sirens get fainter till the noise is dead.

Christmas time, a shit load of wine,
Children drinking all of the time,
Tarts on the corner, Drunks in the bars,
No no-one has a Christmas quite like ours.