Lyrics: Killers, The. Otras Canciones. Don't Shoot Me Santa!.

:
Oh Santa,
I been waiting on you.

Santa:
That's funny kid,
because I've been coming for you.

Oh Santa,
I been killing just for fun.

Santa:
Well the party's over kid,
Because I...
Because I got a bullet in my gun!

A bullet in your what?!

Santa's got a bullet in his gun
You know it
Santa's got a bullet in his gun

Don't shoot me Santa Clause!
I've been a clean living boy.
I promise you,
did every little thing you asked me too.
I can't believe the things I'm going through.
Don't shoot me Santa Clause!
For no one else around believes me.
For the children on the block they tease me,
And I couldn't let 'em off that easy.

Oh Santa,
It's been a real hard year.

Santa:
There just ain't no getting around this,
Life is hard, but look at me I turned out alright.

Hey Santa, why don't we talk about it?
Work it out?

Santa:
Believe me, this ain't what I wanted.
I love all you kids, you know that.
Hell I remember when you were just 10 years old,
playing out there in that desert, just waiting for a sip of that sweet mojave rain.

In the sweet mojave rain,
The boy was on his own.

Don't shoot me Santa Clause!
I've been a clean living boy.
I promise you,
did every little thing you asked me too.
I can't believe the things I'm going through.
Hey Santa Clause!
No one else around believes me.
The children on the block they tease me,
And I couldn't let 'em off that easy.

They had it coming so why can't you see?
I couldn't turn my cheek no longer.
The sun is going down, Christmas is near.
Just look the other way and I'll disappear forever.

Don't shoot me Santa Clause!
No one else around believes me.
The children on the block they tease me,
And I couldn't let 'em off that easy.

Believe me Santa.