Santa rolled down Royal and his beard was grey
Electric wheelchair humming out and a sweater stained
And I joined the stream as the caffeine steamed when the light turned green
Mhmm mhmm
Little Lizzie lost to frost on the holiday
Clutched a needle and the patchwork quilt that her mother made
And I turned the dial to find a smile in a jolly way
Mhmm mhmm
And we've put our trust in the banker's lust and the truth remains
That we've cast our lot with the profits' plot and it sure seems
That we're thick as thieves this Christmas Eve
They sing 'Silent Night' in rubble graves
Mama hums a tune of peace as their papa shaves
And the missles' fall gives light to all this holiday
Mhmm mhmm
And its 'hope or bust' and I trust that truth remains
I like the thought that we'll change the plot and just join teams
Now we're thick as thieves
Thick as thieves
Thick as thieves this Christmas Eve