Coffinberry
Glassy Shiny Sun
Two birds, one whiteOne black with white around his eyesOh its cold as ChristmasWith fur blankets, December nightsAnd if daddy can't work, then the dogs will feed themselvesAnd if they can't wait, Christmas will be hell'Cuz you know what they sell on sidewalksWe hear youYou two, we hear youWell you scream in your sleepThe glassy, shiny, sun is settingCuz if daddy can't work, then the dogs will feed themselvesAnd if they can't wait, Christmas will be hell'Cuz you know what they sell on the sidewalks
From Letras Mania