Wake up, it's Christmas mourn
     Those loved have long since gone
     The stocking are hung but who cares
     preserved for those no longer there
     six feet beneath me sleep

     Black lights hang from the tree
     accents of dead holly

     Whoa mistletoe
     (It's growing cold)
     I'm seeing ghost
     (I'm drinking old)
     Red water
     Red water
     Red water chase them away

     My tables been set for but seven
     just last year i dined with eleven
     goddamn ye merry gentlemen

     Whoa mistletoe
     (It's growing cold)
     I'm seeing ghosts
     (I'm drinking old)
     Red water
     Red water
     Red water chase them away.