Wake up, it's Christmas mourn
 Those loved have long since gone
 The stocking are hung but who cares
 Preserved for those no longer there
 Six feet beneath me sleep
 
 Black lights hang from the tree
 Accents of dead holly
 
 Whoa mistletoe (It's growing cold)
 I'm seeing ghost (I'm drinking old)
 Red water, red water
 Red water chase them away
 
 My tables been set for but seven
 Just last year I dined with eleven
 Goddamn ye merry gentlemen
 
 Whoa mistletoe (It's growing cold)
 I'm seeing ghost (I'm drinking old)
 Red water, red water
 Red water chase them away.