The Spirit Of Giving

You went looking for shelter in all the wrong spaces
You grew gluttonous and famous with faces
Nameless and blank, superstitiously you name themSt. Christopher and Johanna
St. Christopher and Johanna
St. Christopher and JohannaOvercome 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 forgetThey exist to give you something to regret
I'll beat them to itWith something sadder than that brass portrait
That shines through your morning din
Something sadder than that brass portrait
That shines through your morning dinI'll give you something to be sad about
Hey, the picture really captures your mouth
Poised to say, it's your turn to go down nowIt'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 inGlad prayer Mary come on
Glad prayer Mary come on
Glad prayer Mary come onAll I wanted was an answer to the secret
Ground floor Mary come on, outboard Mary come on
All I wanted was an answer toYour money or your life? Your money or your life?
I was sick of America and her screaming decay
I was in a band we were singing 'Hooray' quite oftenBut your momma was poor, your daddy was poor
What you gonna do?
Your mother was poor, your father was poor
What you gonna do about it?Glad prayer Mary come on
Glad prayer Mary come on
Glad prayer Mary come on
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