Lletres: Killers, The. Otras Canciones. Don't Shoot Me Santa.

:
Brandon:
Oh Santa,
I've been waitin on you

Santa:
That's funny kid,
Because I've been coming for you

Brandon:
Oh Santa,
I've been killin just for fun

Santa:
Well the party's over kid,
Because I, because I got a bullet in my gun

Brandon:
A bullet in your what?

(Santa's got a bullet in his gun,
you know it,
Santa's got a bullet in his gun)

Don't shoot me Santa Claus,
I've been a clean livin boy,
I promise you,
Did every little thing you asked me to,
and I can't believe the things I'm goin through,
Don't shoot me Santa Claus
When no one else around believes me
The children on the block,
they tease me,
And I couldn't let them off that easy,
Oh Santa,
It's been a real hard year,

Santa:
There just ain't no gettin around this, life is hard, but look at me, I turned out alright.

Brandon:
Hey Santa,
Why don't we talk about it?
Work it out.

Santa:
Believe me,
This ain't what I wanted,
I love all you kids,
You know that,
Hell, I remember when you were just ten years old
Playin out there in the dessert
Just waitin for a sip of that sweet Mojave rain

(In the sweet Mojave rain, the boy was on his own)

Don't shoot me Santa Claus,
I've been a clean livin boy,
I promise you,
Did every little thing you asked me to,
I can't believe the things I'm going through,

Hey Santa Claus,
When no one else around believes me,
Oh the children on the block they tease me,
And I couldn't let them off that easy,
They had it comin,
so why can't you see,
I couldn't turn my cheek no longer,
The sun is going down,
And Christmas is near,
Just look the other way and I'll disappear forever

(woo!)

Don't shoot me Santa Claus,
When no one else around believes me,
And the children on the street, they tease me,
I couldn't let them off that easy,
Believe me,
Santa.

Santa.