The Killers, Ryan Pardey - Don't Shoot Me Santa lyrics
Brandon Flowers, Dave Keuning
[The Killers, Ryan Pardey - Don't Shoot Me Santa lyrics]
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
And I couldn't let 'em 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 ten 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
And I couldn't let 'em 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
And I couldn't let 'em off that easy
Believe me santa (Santa)
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
And I couldn't let 'em 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 ten 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
And I couldn't let 'em 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
And I couldn't let 'em off that easy
Believe me santa (Santa)