Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's Christmas time again, so come on home to the FIRE , by - Listener. Release date: 30.11.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
It's Christmas time again, so come on home to the FIRE |
| Oh the weather outside is frightful |
| but the fire, well the fire is right there laughing at you |
| you’ve got no place to go let it rain, let it pour, let it snow. |
| it doesn’t show signs of slowing |
| and that’s just your luck, but that’s just how you are |
| your heart is turned way down low |
| let it rain, let it pour, let it snow. |
| it’s october 25th and I can see the first signs |
| there’s an elf riding a reindeer in the store near the blinds |
| with a wreath around his neck and a froth on his lips |
| he yells at me and pumps his sweaty little fist |
| and declares war, a war that we know all too well |
| but then he smiles and rings his dirty little bell |
| and it’s in the papers it’s on the shelves it’s in your face |
| santa and his holiday have come to this place |
| for sure, OH be sure that you know it |
| I’m worse for the wear and I hope it’s not showing |
| fall is over now time goes by so fast |
| it’s all over now I knew it couldn’t last |
| there’s a reason and I’m sure someone will remind me but I have shopping to do so get behind me (and push) |
| it’s november 25th and oh my we’re moving now |
| just had a second of thanks, but it’s time to run the plow |
| I’ve got an idea turkey let me tie your feet with wires |
| and AMERICA size you and then throw you on the fire |
| and lick our lips and let our eyes roll like marbles |
| and trash another tradition fill our stomachs till we warble |
| it’s my fault too, I get too busy putting things off |
| and waste away my thoughts with ones that I’ve bought |
| and we’ve paid a heavy price gladly let’s top it with oil |
| and grease down the wheels so our brakes won’t spoil |
| the fun at the end of a gun |
| doing what we’re told to do can be so much fun |
| it’s time to celebrate oh ye of little faith |
| so fill your carts with garbage to decorate your cage |
| so happy shopping holiday and please help the economy |
| and say a prayer for your bank account and GOD BLESS the bombing |
| Oh the weather outside is frightful |
| but the fire, well the fire is laughing at you |
| you’ve got no place to go let it rain, let it pour, let it snow. |
| and it doesn’t show signs of stopping |
| but that’s just your luck, and it’s just how you are |
| why is your heart turned down so low |
| let it rain, let it pour, let it snow. |
| It’s December 25th, so go tell it on the mountain |
| that’s it’s finally here and your tree looks like a fountain |
| exploding with gifts and lights and returns |
| for the stores, we all pray it won’t burn |
| your home this year for hot cider and regret |
| and guilt trips hanging low near your heavy head |
| put your shoes on it’s time to run through the motions |
| and mix some anti depressants up in the potion |
| what have we done? |
| remembering the reason |
| looking out for number one is the theme of the season |
| you’ve made your list and you’ve checked it a hundred times |
| but you forgot to mention who came for you to be tried |
| and killed and buried only to rise again that day |
| maybe that’s when you’ll have a happy holidays |
| God bless America? |
| how about America Bless God |
| and love others like ourselves |