You went looking for shelternin all the wrong spacesnYou grew gluttonous and famous, those facesnNameless and blanknSuperstitiously you named themnSt. Christopher and Johanna nSt. Christopher and JohannanSt. Christopher and JohannannOvercome with the holiday spiritnMark says the herald angels won't hear itnAnd remember the wolves that you run with are wolvesnDon't forgetnThey exist to give you something to regretnI'll beat them to itnWith something sadder than that brass portrait which shines through your morning dinnWith something sadder than that brass portrait which shines through your morning dinnI'll give you something to be sad aboutnHey the pictures really capture your mouthnPoised to say It's your turn to go down now It's your turn to go down nownIt's your turn to go down now It's your turn to go down nownIn the spirit of giving in