The kids are making snowmen out of mudnIt makes me think about usnDoes that mean something?nI think it doesnBut you won't talk about itnnConversation only makes us weaknConsequently we don't speaknNot with conviction no beliefnKnow my head or know my feetnAnd they're both pointing out the doornnSo i'm leaving you on christmas daynForgive my timing but i simply have a mind to run awaynAnd i don't care what all the people saynI say peace and goodwill starts with getting the hell out of herennDecorations sit and gather dustnIt makes me think about usnDoes that mean something?nI think it doesnLets not talk about itnnBoxes of the shiny and the cheapnWith nothing permanent to keepnSit in high spirits for a monthnand when the sherry's all been drunknThere's nothing much which keeps me herennSo i'm leaving you on christmas daynIn truth i think we never liked each other anywaynBut i don't care what all the people saynI say peace and goodwill starts with getting the hell out of here alivennThe house is cold the boilers packing upnIt makes me think about usnDoes that mean something?nYes I think it doesnLets not talk about itnnThey say outside it's minus 8 degreesnBut i swear it ain't as cold as menI know there is no winter breezenTo make your heart begin to freezenI know it happened years agonnSo i'm leaving you on christmas daynIn truth i think we never really liked each other anywaynI don't give a fuck what all the people saynI say have yourself a bitter little christmas and a twisted new year