The Spirit of Giving Lyrics

	作词 : Bejar
	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
	JohannaSt.
	Christopher and
	JohannaSt.
	Christopher and
	JohannaOvercome 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...

	zuo ci : Bejar
	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
	JohannaSt.
	Christopher and
	JohannaSt.
	Christopher and
	JohannaOvercome 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...

	zuò cí : Bejar
	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
	JohannaSt.
	Christopher and
	JohannaSt.
	Christopher and
	JohannaOvercome 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...

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