Last legs blows on a penny whistle
Cracks the silent night
Lost and lonely people bump and grind
Under neon lights

Santa is bleeding
Some punk shot him in the eye
All we need on Christmas Eve
Is another God damn drive-by

Last legs blowing
Into a cold and crooked wind
His head is heavy
And his heart is full of sin

Headline in the paper screams:
There's no more room in Hell
And Armageddon
Has been cancelled
'Cause the tickets
Didn't sell

But it's ok
There won't be a second coming today