The Killers, Ryan Pardey - Don't Shoot Me Santa

Oh Santa, I’ve been waiting on you
That’s funny kid, because I’ve been coming for you
Oh Santa, I’ve been killing just for fun
Well the party’s over kid, because I
Because I got a bullet in my gun
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
Oh Santa, It’s been a real hard year (Year)
There just ain’t no getting around this, life is hard
But look at me, I turned out alright
Hey Santa, why don’t we talk about it? Work it out
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