With something sadder than that brass portrait
What you gonna do?
Hey, the picture really captures your mouth
And remember the wolves
Nameless and blank, superstitiously you name them
All I wanted was an answer to the secret
It's your turn to go down now
Glad prayer Mary come on
In the spirit of giving in
Ground floor Mary come on, outboard Mary come on
That shines through your morning din
Glad prayer Mary come on
That shines through your morning din
That you run with are wolves, don't forget
St. Christopher and Johanna
Your mother was poor, your father was poor
It's your turn to go down now
Glad prayer Mary come on
Your money or your life? Your money or your life?
I was sick of America and her screaming decay
Something sadder than that brass portrait
They exist to give you something to regret
Overcome with the holiday spirit
Glad prayer Mary come on
All I wanted was an answer to
Poised to say, it's your turn to go down now
It's your turn to go down now
St. Christopher and Johanna
I'll beat them to it
I was in a band we were singing 'Hooray' quite often
I'll give you something to be sad about
Mark says the Herald angels won't hear it
But your momma was poor, your daddy was poor
Glad prayer Mary come on
What you gonna do about it?
St. Christopher and Johanna
Glad prayer Mary come on
