You went looking for shelter in all the wrong spaces You grew gluttonous and famous with faces Nameless and blank, superstitiously you name them
St. Christopher and Johanna St. Christopher and Johanna St. Christopher and Johanna
Overcome with the holiday spirit Mark says the Herald angels won't hear it And remember the wolves That you run with are wolves, don't forget
They exist to give you something to regret I'll beat them to it
With something sadder than that brass portrait That shines through your morning din Something sadder than that brass portrait That shines through your morning din
I'll give you something to be sad about Hey, the picture really captures your mouth Poised to say, it's your turn to go down now
It's your turn to go down now
It's your turn to go down now It's your turn to go down now In the spirit of giving in
Glad prayer Mary come on Glad prayer Mary come on Glad prayer Mary come on
All I wanted was an answer to the secret Ground floor Mary come on, outboard Mary come on All I wanted was an answer to
Your money or your life? Your money or your life? I was sick of America and her screaming decay I was in a band we were singing 'Hooray' quite often
But your momma was poor, your daddy was poor What you gonna do? Your mother was poor, your father was poor What you gonna do about it?
Glad prayer Mary come on Glad prayer Mary come on Glad prayer Mary come on ...