The Murder City Devils - 364 Days lyrics

(An open letter to Saint Nicholas...) Whiskey and cookies on the mantle The children asleep wait for Saint Nick While they sleep we can drink The tree is hung - tribute to you And three hundred and sixty four days til I see you again And a thousand more tears And a thousand more tears Saint Nicholas, Saint Nicholas, at the North Pole 364 days spent all alone Take off your boots, pour a drink Try not to cry, try not to think Saint Nicholas, Saint Nicholas, at the North Pole 364 days spent all alone Take off your boots, pour a drink Try not to cry, try not to think Try not to think... And you drink your eggnog and I'll drink my wine Toast the season, but just one more time The morning is coming, the whiskey is empty The gifts have arrived, Saint Nick has come and gone Saint Nicholas, Saint Nicholas, at the North Pole 364 days spent all alone Take off your boots, pour a drink Try not to cry, try not to think Saint Nicholas, Saint Nicholas, at the North Pole 364 days spent all alone Take off your boots, pour a drink Try not to cry... And it ends like it started, the hugs and the kisses The bullsh** flows, the bullsh** flows You raise your bottle, and I'll raise my flask Toast Christmas future, and toast Christmas past And when they're all gone, sit down in peace Wait one more year And pour just one more drink Saint Nicholas, Saint Nicholas, at the North Pole 364 days spent all alone Take off your boots, pour a drink Try not to cry, try not to think Saint Nicholas, Saint Nicholas, at the North Pole 364 days spent all alone Take off your boots, pour a drink Try not to cry, try not to think Try not to think... Saint Nicholas... All alone...