Dear sirnopen up unlock the doornwe've had enough of sitting idlenand my soul was made for warnyou got the powernyou got the keysnwe got the guns now open up pleasennit's almost christmas and your vaults are crammednwith presents for the people na simple planna happy holiday we wish you the bestnyou stay late and we do the restnnbrian they tell me you're lyingnwhat should i tell all our childrenni can hide the story i can clear your namenbut the one thing i can't clear is your own damn shamennwell i will wave my blade and your children will cryni can make them pray for tomorrownbut i'm not that kind of guyndon't dream of heroics cause it's all a shamenit's not even your money it belongs to the landnso take it easy this could take awhilenand while your cash will flowni can't help but smilennbrian this christmas i'll be sighingnwhat should i tell all our childrennbrian in this letter i am giving you peacento be coming out betterni wait your release