Murder City Devils - 364 Days Lyrics
(spoken) An open letter to Saint Nicholas...Whiskey and cookies on the mantleThe children asleep wait for St. NickWhile they sleep we can drinkThe tree is hung - tribute to youAnd three hundred and sixty for days til I see you againAnd a thousand more tearsAnd a thousand more tearsSt. Nicholas, St. Nicholas, at the North Pole364 days spent all aloneTake off your boots, pour a drinkTry not to cry, try not to thinkSt. Nicholas, St. Nicholas, at the North Pole364 days spent all aloneTake off your boots, pour a drinkTry not to cry, try not to thinkTry not to think...And you drink your eggnog and I'll drink my wineToast the season, but just one more timeThe morning is coming, the whiskey is emptyThe gifts have arrived, St. Nick has come and goneSt. Nicholas, St. Nicholas, at the North Pole364 days spent all aloneTake off your boots, pour a drinkTry not to cry, try not to thinkSt. Nicholas, St. Nicholas, at the North Pole364 days spent all aloneTake off your boots, pour a drinkTry not to cry...And it ends like it started, the hugs and the kissesThe bullshit flows, the bullshit flowsYou raise your bottle, and I'll raise my flaskToast Christmas future, and toast Christmas pastAnd when they're all gone, sit down in peaceWait one more yearAnd pour just one more drinkSt. Nicholas, St. Nicholas, at the North Pole364 days spent all aloneTake off your boots, pour a drinkTry not to cry, try not to thinkSt. Nicholas, St. Nicholas, at the North Pole364 days spent all aloneTake off your boots, pour a drinkTry not to cry, try not to thinkTry not to think...St. Nicholas... All alone...
