I’m up
And I’m runnin’ around
In my narcissistic wound
And I’m tearin’ up the place
Whoa I’m threatening to return
To myself
And some left over story
If there’s no real sacred space
For Christmas
I wanna go home for Christmas
Ah, tell me where is that village
Of men
The men that will hold me
While I’m deranged
Oh God in heaven
I say
Will you hear my angry prayer
Isn’t this something
You can arrange?
I want to go home
I want to go home for Christmas
Not around
Oh straight through for a change
