The poisonous hombres speeding higher
Wore wings of golden babes
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day…
All these years and never looked up the lyrics until now. Missed it by that much…
They’ve got cars big as bars
They’ve got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It’s no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing they howled out for more
Sinatra was singing
All the drunks they were swinging
We kissed on the corner
And danced through the night
He said. And then he pulled off his mask.
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing ‘Galway Bay’
And the bells are ringing
Out for Christmas day
You’re a bum
You’re a punk
You’re an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead
With a gash running down the side of my head
Feels like Shane to me. 
You scumbag you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas you ass I pray God it’s our last.