You went looking for shelter 

In all the wrong spaces 

You grew gluttonous and famous with faces 

Nameless and blank 

Superstitiously you name them 

St. Christopher and Johanna 

St. Christopher and Johanna 

St. Christopher and Johanna 



Overcome with the holiday spirit 

Mark says the herald angels won't hear it 

And remember the wolves that you run with are wolves 

Don't forget 



They exist to give you something to regret, I'll beat them to it 

With something sadder than that brass portrait that shines through your morning din 

With something sadder than that brass portrait that shines through your morning din 



I'll give you something to be sad about 

Hey the picture really captures your mouth 

Poised to say: 

It's your turn to go down now, it's your turn to go down now 

It's your turn to go down now, it's your turn to go down now 

In the spirit of giving in 



Glad prayer Mary come on [repeated]

All I wanted was an answer to the secret 

Ground floor Mary come on 

Outboard Mary come on 

All I wanted was an answer to 

Your money or your life? Your money or your life? 

I was sick of America and her screaming decay 

I was in a band we were singing 'hooray' quite often 

But your momma was poor your daddy was poor 

Whatcha gonna do? 

Your mother was poor your father was poor 

Whatcha gonna do 

About it? 

Glad prayer Mary come on