Last Legs

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 X'Mas Eve

Is another God damn drive-by

Last legs blows

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