Clarence

Lyrics

From up here in heaven the states look like some freckles on a leg Been laughing at the television, watching the bankers bank It's Christmas Eve, and even angels get a little misty-eyed Thinking of their families' faces on the day they died If you make her down to hell, grab me some palma Been laughing at all the shit Marzio writes on the bathroom stall It's Christmas Eve, and even angels get a little misty-eyed Listening to Nat Cole King sing on the 45 Seen it all done before, like a movie on repeat Flags blur and the drums purr to some killer beat It's Christmas Eve, and even angels get a little misty-eyed Thinking 'bout how frail it felt to ever be alive