Lyrics Christmas Morning: Busza's in the Garage - Lor

He walks alone
With legs tied

And shall his fickle soul forget about
Christmas Morning: Busza's in the Garage?

He walks alone
With tongue dried
Whose tears are meant
To moist it?

And shall his fickle soul forget about
Christmas Morning: Busza's in the Garage?

And shall his fickle soul forget about
Christmas Morning: Busza's in the Garage?

And shall his fickle soul forget about
Christmas Morning: Busza's in the Garage?

Christmas Morning: Busza's in the Garage?