Black Xmas

Jesus got your number
in the pages of his little black book
take a look
your prayers and Hail Marys
drip with passion
they won't get you off the hook
by hook or crook

I was your ornament
I was your dimmest bulb
I was your Santa Claus

thanks for this black Xmas
for all you gave to me

I might not be Adam
but you polished up my apple
nice and bright all right
you're the Eve of my destruction
your seduction only suctions off the light
in the darkest, blackest night

and now my goose is cooked
the turkey's stuffed and burned
the pudding's in my lap

thanks for this black Xmas
for all you gave to me
I would like to hang you
from your Xmas tree

you hang silk stockings
from your mantelpiece
and warm your spirit
with golden fleece

my stocking's full of coal
your reign is over, dear
let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

thanks for this black Xmas
for all you gave to me
I would like to hang you
from your Xmas tree

thanks for this black Xmas
each gift you gave to me
I would love to shove them
up your chim-in-ey
thank you, etc.

...'twas the night before Xmas and all through the house
not a creature was stirring not even a louse!

© 1995 Lyrics & Music: Jarrett Lesko-Jessie Jacobson

Produced by Jessie Jacobson and Chris Fudurich

Brian Bielski: Drums & Percussion
Sam Graf: Lead, Slide & Rhythm Guitars
Katriina Huotari: Keyboards
Jessie Jacobson: Lead & Backing Vocals, Bass, additional Keyboard
Jarrett Lesko: Lead & Backing Vocals, Acoustic, 12-string & Rhythm Guitars
Chris Fudurich: additional Keyboards