Christmas Day

Desperation flutters through me

Pecking like a bird

I am no one, I am no one

Name is nothing but a word

Even as the house is empty

Whistling through her teeth

I am sheltered, I am sheltered

I'm a knife within a sheath

Little eyes[?], wet bed, mow the lawn

She said "morning, dad"

I call you from the bathroom

Dripping through my shirt

I am nothing, I am numbing

And I need to feel the hurt

I can hear you watching television

Feeling up her skirt

Leaving bruises, she is vacant

She is looking through her purse

Christmas day I don't want anything

I don't want anything

Little еyes[?], wet bed, mow thе lawn

She said "morning, dad"

Little eyes[?], wet bed, mow the lawn

She said "morning, dad"

Frozen images of us embracing in the glow

As a daughter in her father's arms

An angel in the snow

You say "Annie there were good things too”

As if I cannot see

I say fuck your famous frail excuses

Turn and face to me

Christmas day I don't want anything

I don't want anything

Christmas day I don't want anything

I don't want anything