Christmas Woman歌词

Christmas is the time of year
When the patrons and the panthers come and commandeer
Christian, put away your fuss
With the tipping of the handlers as the pagans must
I know for a century
We were scrambling to assemble what a man believes
I know for a time I let
To believe that human kindness would prevail instead
Woman, have you lost your kind?
There are snakeskin stealers seething in the afterlife
Christian in the advent house
You confess the incarnation with the breast turned out
Have you seen the Christ the king(Woman, have you lost your kind?)
Suckling nurseries in snakeskin in the armored seat?(With the breast turned out)
Christian, put away your woes(Woman, have you lost your kind?)
Welcome grief and crime and anguish with the happiest host(In the afterlife)