50 dead santas, I'm a ramblin, gamblin' man
ho ho ho token, gun toten, I'm a man about town,
clown, to amuse you, abuse you, suffer
momentary lapses of reason, it's the time of the season
(for loving) zombies cover my tapestry
man ray is for children, running up hill man
against the wind, akin to Greg Kinn
light up the sky, humble pie, my origin�
HO HO HO 50 Dead Santas
The Idiot has derailed all my mantras
HO HO HO 50 dead santras
I snort coke from conquistadores
Break up, make up, glenn Hurn sunburn
The sky holds no answers cancer in my belly
Jelly, kelly upturned aquiline night line
Without Ted Koppel, Doppler radar, guitar
Bits I learnt them well, hells bells
Black Sabbath is and essbeths are all I spell
Chant incant , rant, vent, lent, 50 ashes on Weds days
Death days, Wednesdays Adams, Chatham no longer exists,
Tits, jits, oven mitts, heres the desert at two�
HO HO HO 50 Dead Santas
The Idiot has derailed all my mantras
HO HO HO 50 dead santras
I snort coke from conquistadores