Christmas Underground

Phony vines crawl through

Swamp-sticky flowered and blue

I'll be there, taped to my fridge

I'm moved

I won't forget you shaking in your boots

But I don't think you can take this anymore

"grey goose'll fake you out

Herra dura's gonna melt you down"

I don't wanna let you spill out

Degrading's degrading all around

Look at you falling around

Aw, poor kid's gonna drown

Flowers floating in the punch

I ask you what the hell you've done

You're shaking in your boots

Well, I don't think you can take this anymore

Christmas underground

My hand still bandaged but sound