crying on The world's fast lane, is what I'm driving on What am I driving at? I'm trying to drive it home I'm in the driver's seat, but you can ride along
to bottle me into a pill sell me at CVS next to the dill Viagra for the terminally ill of me wants a lobotomy Sick and out of control I tried Chicken Soup for
paid until June Get home and tell wifey that you're not in the mood But then the game got stale and your face grew pale When you came home early that
lookin for me, I'm on your property if it's beef Not for robbery of ya piece, it's lobomomy with my peeps That comraderie is usually sodomy for the beat
shirts are short sleave We stayin' up all night on Christmas Eve [Chorus: Shawn Wigs] It's the season for sharing, season of the gift Season for snow
Wake up, the house is on fire And the cat's caught in the dryer Philosophy's a liar when Your home is your headstone Icon is the last chance for hope
Grandma got run over by a reindeer Walking home from our house Christmas eve. You can say there's no such thing as Santa, But as for me and Grandpa,
I watched her drive away Just for a moment I was back at school And felt that old familiar pain And as I turned to make my way back home The snow turned
land Walked home one winter morning With my life's savings in my hand Maryanne, she's fixin' up some breakfast Got the lights on, on the Christmas tree
home to the Midwest, Chasing down winter wonderlands. You take your poinsetta, you tell me what is better Than being home and right by your side? I'm driving
' up the stairs to her apartment She is balled up on the couch Her mom and dad went down to Charlotte They're not home to find us out And we drive Now
And a note on which did say ?You say that I?m an outlaw You say that I?m a thief Well, here?s a Christmas dinner For your families on relief? Through
called her on the telephone He said, "I'll rent a car and I'll drive home" And she said, "I'll wait for you like I did last year At Christmas time with
, in Marietta, a town North of Atlanta I brought her home, to see my folks They loved her too We were together, for a long time Thought it would be, for
that lay on the land Walked home one winter morning With my life's savings in my hand Maryanne, she's fixin' up some breakfast Got the lights on, on the Christmas
Up the stairs to her apartment she is balled up on the couch Her mom and dad went down to Charlotte They're not home to find us out And we drive, now
this Grandma got run over by a reindeer Walking home from our house Christmas Eve You can say there's no such thing as Santa But as for me and Grandpa
ve said? No, you were busy loving your new man Aw, come on Holly around the tree that kiss was meant for me Trust me he'll get way too drunk at your Christmas