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it's Christmas in OaklandI don't feel a thingRode our bikes to the Chevronfor Chesterfield Kingswith smoke in our eyesas we ridehow it stingswhat tidings we bringit's Christmas in Oaklandand warm as springsnuck into the movieswith tall boys to drinkasleep half an hourinto some awful thingand dreamingit's Christmas in Oaklandno carolers singthe whole town's desertedgingerbread housingwe're St. Nicks with bucketsand bells to ringwhat tidings we bringon Christmas in OaklandLetras de cancioneswe had a flingyou look like an angel who lost her wingswith stars in our eyeslying on mattress springswe were beaming From Letras Mania