Silent night
Stars a bright
We're not stopping till
The morning light
The inn is full
Pints are pulled
You're barely able to sit on your stool
The smell of petrol
The taste of ale
This is how we begin the tale
Silly games
Win silly prizes
But you can't be stopped got ya boys beside ya
Tensions high
No reason why
Even on a holy night
A flash steel
Flick of wrists
You regret that you didn't miss
Now you're in a holding cell on Xmas eve
You gotta get out you gotta believe and make your way back her
Follow the stars
Through the bars
The walls lit up by passing cars
The outside world
Dosent stir
You ain't go much But you got her
They let you out
Slap on the wrist
You're still feeling a little pissed
To see her face
Your heart race
There's no better place
You we're in a holding cell on Xmas eve you gotta get out don't believe and make your way back to her
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