Lyrics:

Wake up, it's Christmas morn

Those loved have long since gone
The stockings 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)
Red water, chase them away

Well our table's been set for but seven
And just last year I dined with 11

And goddamn ye merry gentlemen

Whoa mistletoe (He's growing cold)
I'm seeing ghosts (I'm drinking old)
Red water
Red water (red water)
Red water, chase them away
(Will chase them away)

(Go chase them away)