Wake Up, It's Christmas Mourn

Those Loved Has Long Since Gone

The Stockings Are Hung But Who Cares

Preserved For Those No Longer There

Six Feet Beneath Me Sleep



Black Lights Hang From The Tree

Accents Of Dead Holly



Whoa Mistletoe

(It's Growing Cold)

I'm Seeing Ghosts

(I'm Drinking Old)

Red Water

Red Water

Red Water Chase Them Away



My Table's Been Set For But Seven

Just Last Year I Dined With Eleven

God Damn Ye Merry Gentlemen



Whoa Mistletoe

(It's Growing Cold)

I'm Seeing Ghosts

(I'm Drinking Old)

Red Water

Red Water

Red Water Chase Them Away