That's funny kid, because I've been coming for you
Oh Santa, I've been killing just for fun!
Well the party's over kid, because I... Because I got a bullet in my gun!
A bullet in your what?
Santa's got a bullet in his gun, You know it, Santa's got a bullet in his gun
Don't shoot me Santa Claus, I've been a clean living boy, I promise you, Did every little thing you asked me to, I can't believe the things I'm going through
Don't shoot me Santa Claus, Well no one else around believes me, But the children on the block they tease me, I couldn't let them off that easy
Oh Santa, it's been a real hard year...
There just ain't no gettin' around this, Life is hard, but look at me, I turned out alright
Hey Santa, why don't we talk about it? Work it out?
Believe me, this ain't what I wanted, I love all you kids, you know that. Hell, I remember when you were just 10 years old, Playing out there in the desert, Just waiting for a sip of that sweet Mojave rain...
In the sweet Mojave rain, the boy was on his own
Don't shoot me Santa Claus, I've been a clean living boy, I promise you, Did every little thing you asked me to, I can't believe the things I'm going through
Hey Santa Claus, Well no one else around believes me, But the children on the block they tease me, I couldn't let them off that easy
They had it coming, so why can't you see? I couldn't turn my cheek no longers The sun is going down and Christmas is near, Just look the other way and I'll disappear forever...
Woo!
Don't shoot me Santa Claus, Well no one else around believes me, But the children on the street they tease me, I couldn't let them off that easy
Believe me... Santa... Santa...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
