or penned by fiction's hand? to whom could that phrase not apply?
Last year I got knives for Christmas Stayed at home and no one missed us Lying on the bathroom floor I don't want to "ho-ho-ho" no more Last year I got knives for Christmas Stayed at home and no one missed us Lying on the bathroom floor I don't want to "ho-ho-ho" no more No one knows that I'm not well As I stare in awe at this burst Noel Lights burning from the street in I know I'll spend this season greeting When good King Wenceslas looked out Everything was fucked and I was just about To carve the turkey and watch Eastenders Because they're my friends and my friends are strangers now