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