Hung Fire - Hiss Golden Messenger

Things were bad, if we’re being honest

Gave it away, stood on the corner

I was down on my knees searching for something

I get why people pray now

Down at the mission they’re ringing the bells

Come all ye faithful, joy to the world

St. Nick’s at the racetrack giving it out

Tryna make it rain with his paycheck

Some out-of-work boxers, looking for a job

Down the red river, setting fires

It’s Christmas, baby, thank God we made it

All the savage angels who want us like dogs

Gun to my head but it hung fire

It’s Christmas, baby, thank God we mad it

It’s Christmas, baby, I’m glad we made it

Watching our kids with some kinda yes

They’re getting old enough to realize

For our new world you gotta fight to survive

It’s only love that’s worth saving

Horse in the roses burning alive

Snake for poison with the Lazarus smile

Open the door, step outside

Do what you can while you’re able