Have Yourself a Bitter Little Christmas Songtext

von David Ford

The kids are making snowmen out of mud
It makes me think about us
Does that mean something? I think it does
But you won't talk about it

Conversation only makes us weak
Consequently we don't speak
Not with conviction no belief
Know my head or know my feet
And they're both pointing out the door

So I'm leaving you on Christmas day
Forgive my timing
But I simply have a mind to run away
And I don't care what all the people say

I say peace and goodwill starts
With getting the hell out of here

Decorations sit and gather dust
It makes me think about us
Does that mean something?
I think it does, let's not talk about it

Boxes of the shiny and the cheap
With nothing permanent to keep
Sit in high spirits for a month
And when the sherry's all been drunk
There's nothing much which keeps me here

So I'm leaving you on Christmas day
In truth I think
We never liked each other anyway
But I don't care what all the people say

I say peace and goodwill starts
With getting the hell out of here alive

The house is cold the boilers packing up
It makes me think about us
Does that mean something?
Yes I think it does
Lets not talk about it

They say outside it's minus 8 degrees
But i swear it ain't as cold as me
I know there is no winter breeze
To make your heart begin to freeze
I know it happened years ago

So I'm leaving you on Christmas day
In truth I think
We never really liked each other anyway
I don't give a fuck what all the people say

I say have yourself a bitter little Christmas
And a twisted New Year