Lyrics Hung Fire - Hiss Golden Messenger
Things
were
bad,
if
we're
being
honest
Gave
it
away,
stood
on
the
corner
I
was
down
on
my
knees
searching
for
something
I
get
why
people
pray
now
Down
at
the
mission
they're
ringing
the
bells
Come
all
ye
faithful,
joy
to
the
world
Saint.
Nick's
at
the
racetrack
giving
it
out
Tryna
make
it
rain
with
his
paycheck
Some
out-of-work
boxers,
looking
for
a
job
Down
the
red
river,
setting
fires
It's
Christmas,
baby,
thank
God
we
made
it
All
the
savage
angels
who
want
us
like
dogs
Gun
to
my
head
but
it
hung
fire
It's
Christmas,
baby,
thank
God
we
made
it
It's
Christmas,
baby,
I'm
glad
we
made
it
Watching
our
kids
with
some
kinda
eyes
They're
getting
old
enough
to
realize
For
our
new
world
you
gotta
fight
to
survive
Only
love
that's
worth
saving
Horse
in
the
roses
burning
alive
Snake
for
poison
with
the
Lazarus
smile
Open
the
door,
step
outside
Do
what
you
can
while
you're
able
Some
out-of-work
boxers,
looking
for
a
job
Down
the
red
river,
setting
fires
It's
Christmas,
baby,
thank
God
we
made
it
All
the
savage
angels
who
want
us
like
dogs
Gun
to
my
head
but
it
hung
fire
It's
Christmas,
baby,
thank
God
we
made
it
It's
Christmas,
baby,
I'm
glad
we
made
it
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