A chair is still a chair, even when there’s no one sittin’ there
But a chair is not a house and a house is not a home
When there’s no one there to hold you tight
And no one there you can kiss goodnight
A room is a still a room, even when there’s nothin’ there but gloom
But a room is not a house and a house is not a home
When the two of us are far apart
And one of us has a broken heart
He asks a girl
If they can both sit in a chair
But he doesn’t get nervous
She’s not really there
He wants a shoehorn, the kind with teeth
People should get beat up for stating their beliefs
He wants a shoehorn, the kind with teeth
Cause he knows there’s no such thing
“I am”… I said
To no one there
And no one heard at all
Not even the chair
“I am”… I cried
“I am”… said I
And I am lost and I can’t
Even say why
Leavin’ me lonely still
It’ll be lonely this Christmas
Without you to hold
It’ll be lonely this Christmas
Lonely and cold
We’re drinking our way through the holi-daze!
Trimmin’ trees and slurrin’ our words!
Grab a fifth of gin and join on in
Christmas lights are awesome when your vision’s blurred!
When Santa shows up for the holidays
And you know he’s in on the gag
He’s up on the roof, fill of 90 proof
He’s always half in the bag!
All year long, he’s busy making toys
For all the little girls and little boys
He puts them in his sled and gives his whip a crack
On Donder, on Blitzen, but never on smack
'Cause Santa doesn’t cop out on dope
Has he ever even tried it? Well, y’know
The answer’s no
So be good for goodness’ sake!
Be good be good
Be good be good be good
Be good be good be good be good (johnny)
Oh, I just got a message from ‘ol Saint Nick way up in Christmasland
And he says the toys for good girls and boys are being made as planned
There’s a truck for little Billy and a dolly for Molly dear,
But you ain’t gettin’ diddly squat 'cause you really messed up this year!
I painted Mal’s brown coat turquoise. Somebody snitched on me.
Did naughty things with Wash’s toys. Somebody snitched on me.
‘Cause of River’s psychic power, Mal found out I spent an hour,
Spyin’ on Kaylee in the shower, Somebody snitched on me.
So, I’m getting ruttin’ SQUAT for Christmas.
Mal and Inara are mad. Gorram it!
I’m getting’ ruttin’ SQUAT for Christmas.
‘Cause Jayne here ain’t nothin’ but bad!
Now, when the paint was dry
And the die was cast
It was clear at last
It was all a lie
Red never left his hand
And the blue was wrong
With a green too strong
Never what he planned
We go out in the world and take our chances
Fate is just the weight of circumstances
That’s the way that lady luck dances
Roll the bones
Mary, it’s Christmas, and I just had to stop by
To spend a little time with you on this special night.
God knows if she could see us now, she wouldn’t understand
But Mary, it’s Christmas, and I just had to take that chance.
So Mary climb in
It’s a town full of losers
I’m rollin’ out of here a winner
Mary, Mary, where you goin’ to?
Mary, Mary, can I go too?
Last dance with Mary Jane
One more time to kill the pain
I feel summer creepin’ in and I’m
Tired of this town again
Well, I can say goodbye in the cold morning light
But I can’t watch love die in the warmth of the night
If I’ve got to be strong
Don’t you know I need to have tonight when you’re gone?
Till you go I need to lie here and think about
The last time that you’ll touch me in the morning
Then just close the door
Leave me as you found me, empty like before
Just call me angel of the morning, (angel)
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
Just call me angel of the morning, (angel)
Then slowly turn away from me
Angels from the realms of glory,
Wing your flight o’er all the earth;
Ye who sang creation’s story
Now proclaim Messiah’s birth.
'Twas the rock and roll creation
'Twas a terrible big bang
'Twas the ultimate mutation
Ying was searching for his Yang
And he looked, and he saw that it was good