The Glourious Liberation Of The Peoples Technocratic Republic Of Letras

The Glourious Liberation of the People's Technocratic Republic of Song Lyrics

The Glourious Liberation of the People's Technocratic Republic of by Type O Negative Wake up, it's Christmas mourn
Those loved has long since gone
The stockings are hung but who cares
Preserved for those no longer there
Six feet beneath me sleep

Black lights hang from the tree
Accents of dead holly

Whoa mistletoe
(It's growing cold)
I'm seeing ghosts
(I'm drinking old)
Red water
Red water
Red water chase them away

My table's been set for but seven
Just last year I dined with eleven
God damn ye merry gentlemen

Whoa mistletoe
(It's growing cold)
I'm seeing ghosts
(I'm drinking old)
Red water
Red water
Red water chase them away