Tis the morning of Christmas, and all thru the house.
There are beer cans and bottles half empty thrown all about.
Pizza boxes with crusts are stacked in a pile.
People are lying in various state of undress
I just cover my eyes and walk over the mess.
As I open the door and look outside.
It's just another day in Philly
As I watch cars collide.
People are screaming soon bullets will fly
Time to close and lock up .
Old habits don't die.
Merry Christmas.
There are beer cans and bottles half empty thrown all about.
Pizza boxes with crusts are stacked in a pile.
People are lying in various state of undress
I just cover my eyes and walk over the mess.
As I open the door and look outside.
It's just another day in Philly
As I watch cars collide.
People are screaming soon bullets will fly
Time to close and lock up .
Old habits don't die.
Merry Christmas.
