Brandon:
Oh Santa
I've been waiting on you
Santa:
That's funny kid
Because I've been coming for you
Brandon:
Oh Santa
I've been killing 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 living boy
I promise you
Did every little thing you asked me to
I can't believe the things I'm going through
Don't shoot me Santa Claus
Well no one else around believes me
But the children on the block they tease me
I couldn't let them off that easy
Brandon:
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 10 years old
Playing out there in the desert
Just waiting 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 living 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
Well no one else around believes me
But the children on the block they tease me
I couldn't let them off that easy
They had it coming
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
Well no one else around believes me
But the children on the street they tease me
I couldn't let them off that easy
Believe me
Santa
Santa
