The Spirit Of Giving

You went looking for shelter
In all the wrong spaces
You grew gluttonous and famous with faces
Nameless and blank
Superstitiously you name them
St. Christopher and Johanna
And St. Christopher and Johanna
And St. Christopher and Johanna

Overcome with the holiday spirit
Mark says the herald angels won't hear it
And remember, the wolves that you run with are wolves
Don't forget

They exist to give you something to regret, I'll beat them to it
With something sadder than that brass portrait that shines through your morning din
Something sadder than that brass portrait that shines through your morning din

I'll give you something to be sad about
Hey, the picture really captures your mouth
Poised to say:
It's your turn to go down now, it's your turn to go down now
It's your turn to go down now, it's your turn to go down now
In the spirit of giving in

Cloud Prayer Mary, come on
Cloud Prayer Mary, come on
All I wanted was an answer to the secret
Ground Floor Mary, come on
Outboard Mary, come on
All I wanted was an answer to
"Your money or your life, your money or your life"
I was sick of America and her screaming decay
I was in a band, we were singing hooray
Quite often
Ah, but your mama was poor, your daddy was poor
Whatcha gonna do
Ah, your mother was poor, your father was poor
Whatcha gonna do
About it
Cloud Prayer Mary, come on