Holiday Sunrise
ROGER M. FREEMAN, TIMOTHY ARMSTRONG
So I packed everything I owned
Midnight Christmas eve
A kid could feel alone
I drink my scotch
My mind goes astray
Midnight Christmas eve
Starts out in a way
I cried when I had no shoes
Til I met the man with no feet
It's just a
Holiday sunrise
I suddenly realized
I got no alibis
Holiday sunrise
Relatives of mine said
They were born again
Fucked up world has made me born against
I'm a sinner and my soul should be cleansed
I'll take my chances when I'm dead