The List -

Snow on the hills

Hope in the air

Yes the Season’s back around

Goodwill to all

Joy to world

Joy to everyone but me

Because they nailed up that list again

To set the Nice from the Bad

And while it’s nice to be Nice again

My ink stands alone without your name

Word in the town

Says that the Nice

Don’t belong with the Bad

So I gaze through glass

Across this blizzardHoping that you’re still there

And well, who came up with that list, anyway,

To set the ice right between us?

What’s the point of this four-letter word

To stand alone, without you?

Without you?

If this is what it is like to be on the Nice List,

What is it worth if you’re not here with me?

Keep the gifts!

Burn the list!

I won’t miss anything like I’ll miss you

Call me Bad, I’d rather have you!

I’ll change my name, denounce my title

To get me back to you

And now they’ll see, why I am green

When they take my love from me

Yeah I’ll give them a silent night

And pack my bags right out of here.

What’s the point of this four-letter word

To stand alone, without your embrace?

Without your embrace?

If this is what it is like to be on the Nice List,

What is it worth if you’re not here with me?

Keep the gifts!

Burn the list!

I won’t miss anything like I’ll miss you

Call me Bad, I’d rather have you!

I hear on the wind, carolers singing

Their echoes far behind

This wilderness is all ours

And the town we’re from, no more

I saw their new List.

They made their changes.

I’ve made some changes, too.

‘Cause if that’s Nice, without you here

How much worse could being Bad be?

Well, call me Bad!

Well, call me Bad!

If this is what it is like to be on the Nice List,

What is it worth if you’re not here with me?

Keep the gifts!

Burn the list!

I won’t miss anything like I’ll miss you

Call me Bad, yeah call me Bad!

If that’s what it was like to be on the Nice List

I’m better off being Bad here with you

Keep the gifts!

Burn the list!

Only one list I’m on, and that’s with you.

Call me Bad, I’d rather have you!