a carpenter, Mary carried the light This must be Christmas, must be tonight Son of a carpenter, Mary carried the light This must be Christmas, must be
And the best, I must confess, I have saved for the last For the ruler of this Christmas land Is a fearsome king with a deep mighty voice At least that
low, so low Just made me feel so low, so low Christmas 19, 1998 I tried to call, I just couldn't wait And your message was out of date So I left my voice
Come on motherfuckers, come on Come on motherfuckers, come on What? Niggaz want drama, puttin' work on my block When I told y'all last week that shit
rubble A piece of cloth, a bit of shoe, a whole lifetime of trouble A sobbing chant comes from her throat and splits the morning air The single son she had last
And the best, I must confess, I have saved for the last For the ruler of this Christmas land Is a fearsome king with a deep mighty voice Least that
. Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas. Filling hearts with Christmas cheer, may it last through all the year. Something in the melodies, that the Christmas
Old December's here at last, a time for celebration Christmas present, Christmas past Tumble down together like the snow, what a show Now the snowman
.M. Hearing your voice again But it was just the TV Coming from the other room Your half empty coffee cup Is sitting right where it was I almost moved it last
straight from jerusalem) Si on neg test? m an? sa a ou pap ou? nwel (if a nigger tests me you wont see christmas this year) (chorus) Tande (listen) (man's voice
I made every moment last And I thought about years How they take so long And they go so fast Then the door flew open, and my mother's voice was laughing
on this town to show that we care But the first time he really needed us we weren't there And on Christmas Eve and the last night of Hannukah It's just
Hey Girl What you lookin' like? I have seen you get up, and go to that bathroom Like five or six times in the last twenty minutes What the hell's going
shot at me from the bus stop When we pulled up in that caddy Good thing back then I had bad game Otherwise there probably be a few with my last name
We were both 18 the year that we met I was slighty older but not by much One look at you and I knew that was it And your voice sounded like an angel above
young again When everything was new When her father held her hand And said, "There's nothing you can't do" And then I woke up to a phone call Right on Christmas
night to forget So because of what happened I was grieving for my wife I said "They probably haven't cleaned in here since B.C. 65" Animal voices
want And the best, I must confess, I have saved for the last For the ruler of this Christmas land Is a fearsome King with a deep mighty voice Least that
