January hits you like a ball and chain
like cigarettes in the pouring rain
singing "hail Mary" for all the Februarys
that I've got left
well, I'm marching after hours
in the desert sand
well, April's just a flower
in the devil's hand
may I drive you through the city
so big and so bright
watched June through the window
wrapped in neon lights
well, I'm haunted by a sadness
in this heart of mine
July is electric like a bottle of wine
August keeps crying
and she don't know why
she's dreaming of September
in a wedding gown
well, October's never over
he just hangs around
and all these embers burn in November skies
watch 'em die like soldiers in lullabies
December is a heaven that the angels hide
December is a heaven that the angels hide