Black Santa - Melvins

hold distant fires behead

laugh on the what it was you yelled

dream of the wounded one he dreamed

master the loaded box pay

now is the time is in on hey

mine is forget to win my lie

the trappings are sometimes near

run until you’re on the sad dead bear

fight with the pen inside that brain

happy all day just lookin ill

now is the time is it on hey

mine is forget to win my lie