You went looking for shelter
in all the wrong spaces
You grew gluttonous and famous, those faces
Nameless and blank
Superstitiously you named them
St. Christopher and Johanna
St. Christopher and Johanna
St. Christopher and Johanna
Overcome with the holiday spirit
Mark says the herald angels won't hear it
And remember the wolves that you run with are wolves
Don't forget
They exist to give you something to regret
I'll beat them to it
With something sadder than that brass portrait which shines through your morning din
With something sadder than that brass portrait which shines through your morning din
I'll give you something to be sad about
Hey the pictures really capture your mouth
Poised to say It's your turn to go down now It's your turn to go down now
It's your turn to go down now It's your turn to go down now
In the spirit of giving in