Lyrics:

I Was Thinking I Could Clean Up For Christmas
and Then, Baby, I'm Through
four More Weeks That Couldn't Make Any Difference
except Maybe To You

but I've Tried To Use That Trick
like A Carrot On A Stick
so I Was Thinking I Could Clean Up For Christmas
then, Baby, I'm Through

i Was Thinking I Could Clean Up For Christmas
and Then, Baby, I'm Done
one Less Fucker Trying To Get In The Business
of The Prodigal Son

where I Know I Can't Compete
once I'm Off Of Hastings Street
so I Was Thinking I Could Clean Up For Christmas
then, Baby, I'm Done

'cause I Can't Live Loaded And I Can't Live Sober
and I've Been This Way Since The End Of October
and I Know Enough To Know
that, Baby, When It's Over, It's Over
and It's Over
'cause, Baby, I'm Done

i Was Thinking I Could Clean Up For Christmas
and Then Call It A Day
tell You I'm Sorry That I Made You A Witness
to My Moral Decay

and That, Once Upon A Time
i Believed It Was A Victimless Crime
i Was Thinking I Could Clean Up For Christmas
then Call It A Day
then Call It A Day
then Call It A Day