God lives underground
|
In a dark & dirty hole
|
He's waiting to be found
|
So we dig to save our souls
|
|
Now this town is hollow
|
We dug until we bled
|
We never did find god
|
Found the devil instead
|
|
And the ghosts of our families are starving from beyond the grave
|
You spoke for what's left of us and those who you could not save.
|
|
So Merry Christmas Jim
|
I'm very far from home
|
But i'm with you I'm with you I'm with you
|
I'm standing tall.
|
|
Trapped in the town that burns you
|
A canary in a cage
|
Surrounded by the poison
|
United by the rage
|
|
And the ghosts of our families are starving from inside their graves
|
They bent and they stumbled until they found out
|
That what they'd been working for had cast all their doubts.
|
|
Watching, waiting
|
Until they come home
|
|
Sometimes they go out
|
And they don't come home.
|
|
There's a siren that I hear
|
When I'm all alone
|
|
I tremble because I know
|
They won't come home.
|
|
-----------------
|
Merry Christmas Jim
|
| The Tom Fun Orchestra |
