Lyrics
The animals have turned white
Santa's dropping bombs tonight
It's getting cold, here's the snow
And I know you won't be home
I'm changing hue in fallout light
And I can see your lips turning blue
I shouldn't have fallen in love
With a homicidal Eskimo
I see a bauble of the world
Hanging down from our tree
I see a bauble of the world
Hung in a pagan dream
The reindeer heads all look down
They won't be pulling out of town
Sat in this old leather chair
My hunting rifle loaded here
Watching ash fall from the sky
We're three foot deep in dust and bone
None of the children gone to war
Are gonna be coming home
I see a bauble of the world
Hanging down from our tree
I see a bauble of the world
Hung in a pagan dream
The mistletoe and gas masks
Ghosts dancing pretty in rubble
The antlers that you liked to wear
Before you gassed you yourself with despair
I see a bauble of the world
Hanging down from our tree
I see a bauble of the world
Hung in a pagan dream