Red Water

Wake up it's Christmas mourn

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 ghosts

I'm drinking old

Red water

Red water

Red water

Red water chase them away

My table's been set for but seven

Just last year I dined with eleven

God damn yeah merry gentlemen

Whoa mistletoe

It's growing cold

I'm seeing ghosts

I'm drinking old

Red water

Red water

Red water

Red water chase them away

Chase them away

Chase them away