DECK THE DOGS – 02. The List (Remastered)


This is not your grandmother’s holiday album – this is Deck The Dogs!

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LYRICS:
Snow on the hills
Hope in the air
Yes the Season’s back around
Goodwill to all
Joy to world
Joy to everyone but me
Because they nailed up that list again
To set the Nice from the Bad
And while it’s nice to be Nice again
My ink stands alone without your name
Word in the town
Says that the Nice
Don’t belong with the Bad
So I gaze through glass
Across this blizzardHoping that you’re still there
And well, who came up with that list, anyway,
To set the ice right between us?
What’s the point of this four-letter word
To stand alone, without you?
If this is what it is like to be on
the Nice List,
What is it worth if you’re not
here with me?
Keep the gifts! Burn the list!
I won’t miss anything like I’ll miss you
Call me Bad, I’d rather have you!
I’ll change my name, denounce my title
To get me back to you
And now they’ll see, why I am green
When they take my love from me
Yeah I’ll give them a silent night
And pack my bags right out of here.
What’s the point of this four-letter word
To stand alone, without your embrace?
Without your embrace?
I hear on the wind, carolers singing
Their echoes far behind
This wilderness is all ours
And the town we’re from, no more
I saw their new List.
They made their changes.
I’ve made some changes, too.
‘Cause if that’s Nice, without you here
How much worse could being Bad be?
Well, call me Bad!
If that’s what it was like to be on
the Nice List
I’m better off being Bad here with you
Keep the gifts! Burn the list!
Only one list I’m on, and that’s with you.
Call me Bad, I’d rather have you!

 

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