Singing songs
Of coercion
At Christmastime
I couldn't keep up with the choir
So I drank all the wine
I just hope that I can make it to the toilet in time
Before that wall comes tumbling down
I passed out feelin' like a piece of shit
But I woke up lookin' like a prize fighting kid
Got a shiny gold tooth from what my dad just did
Told my momma told my momma
I'm gonna make ya I'm gonna make ya proud
Maybe this Christmas
Will be different
I don't think it will

But a world war later and I'm back in the tank
Got a chest full of medals but I'm firing blanks
I guess its true what they say about the heroes thanks
I'm really living, I'm really living
I'm really living out a tragedy
I'm a blue blood splatter on the flags of the dead
I do the sharing platter with my kids on weekends
Not that it matters but I'm makin amends
They just wish, they just wish
They just wish I'd leave my drinking at home
Maybe this Christmas
Will be different
I don't think it will
Maybe this Christmas
Will be different
I don't think it will
Found a girl who likes my leather
And the smell of my car
So we spend some nights together
At the local 2 star
She dances on the bed
As she takes off her bra
The whiskey, the whiskey

The whiskey puts her in a certain mood
I woke up on the floor again with blood on my sleeve
I hear them coming up the hall they must be comin' for me
Tell the kids their daddy loves em but he had to make like a tree
Which means I'll be back, I'll be back
I'll be back in the spring
Now I'm working in a garage
Where I live in the bay
I'm overdue on my rent
And got a drug dealer to pay
If I run a red the feds
Just look the other way
I'm really living, I'm really living
I'm really living out my wildest dreams
Maybe this Christmas
Will be different
I don't think it will