Bad Trips (Holiday)

Last Christmas I took a bus to New York City
I was trying to run away
It didn't work out quite like I expected
But what does anyway?

Father Christmas, grant me serenity
Grant me serenity, finally
Mother Christmas, grant me clarity
Grant me clarity, finally

Last new years I started a fire
I was sitting on the bed
I burned up my grandmother’s blanket
Couldn't stop hitting my head

Father Christmas grant me serenity
Grant me serenity, finally
Mother Christmas grant me clarity
Grant me clarity, finally