Dear sir
open up unlock the door
we've had enough of sitting idle
and my soul was made for war
you got the power
you got the keys
we got the guns now open up please
it's almost christmas and your vaults are crammed
with presents for the people
a simple plan
a happy holiday we wish you the best
you stay late and we do the rest
brian they tell me you're lying
what should i tell all our children
i can hide the story i can clear your name
but the one thing i can't clear is your own damn shame
well i will wave my blade and your children will cry
i can make them pray for tomorrow
but i'm not that kind of guy
don't dream of heroics cause it's all a shame
it's not even your money it belongs to the land
so take it easy this could take awhile
and while your cash will flow
i can't help but smile
brian this christmas i'll be sighing
what should i tell all our children
brian in this letter i am giving you peace
to be coming out better
i wait your release