Lyrics of The spirit of giving

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 johanna
St. christopher and johanna
St. christopher and johanna

Overcome 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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