There’s blood in my mouth this evening
There’s piss in the snow tonight
The alcohol is slowing my breathing
The cigarettes keep my chest tight
A heritage of arguments
A history of making mistakes
The fact is I still remember
Hitting you under the stairs
There’s a lot I keep hidden there
This winter I want to
Resurrect and rehaunt you
I have a secret
weapon I’m flaunting
Highlight what I lack
Every time you attack
Christmas is easier
when you are leaving me
We’ll drive down to the sea
And I’ll fantasise of you touching me
This year I have behaved myself
Now I give in to reverie
You under my great spell
You following me
You studying my great book
But now winter is killing me
So I give in to reverie
I’ll hide you under my steps
With all my other regrets
This Christmas I want to
Ressurrect and rehaunt you
This is the season
The reason I’m singing
I’ll come round and cut you out
Just give me a shout
Winter is killing us
We’re digging our own graves
Winter is killing me
I’m digging my own grave
Or is it this town
Is it this country
Or is it this guy
Selling me a way out of my head
Is it my brain or the way I was bred
I wish I was dead this Christmas
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