Don't Shoot Me Santa - The Killers, Ryan Pardey

Oh Santa, I’ve been waiting on you

That’s funny kid, because I’ve been coming for you

Oh Santa, I’ve been killing just for fun

Well the party’s over kid, because I

Because I got a bullet in my gun

A bullet in your what?

Santa’s got a bullet in his gun

You know it, Santa’s got a bullet in his gun

Don’t shoot me, Santa Claus

I’ve been a clean living boy, I promise you

Did every little thing you asked me to

I can’t believe the things I’m going through

Don’t shoot me, Santa Claus

Well, no one else around believes me

But the children on the block they tease me

I couldn’t let them off that easy

Oh Santa, It’s been a real hard year (Year)

There just ain’t no getting around this, life is hard

But look at me, I turned out alright

Hey Santa, why don’t we talk about it?

Work it out

Believe me, this ain’t what I wanted

I love all you kids, you know that

Hell, I remember when you were just 10 years old

Playing out there in the desert

Just waiting for a sip of that sweet Mojave rain

In the sweet Mojave rain, the boy was on his own

Don’t shoot me, Santa Claus

I’ve been a clean living boy, I promise you

Did every little thing you asked me to

I can’t believe the things I’m going through

Hey, Santa Claus

Well, no one else around believes me

But the children on the block they tease me

I couldn’t let them off that easy

They had it coming so why can’t you see?

I couldn’t turn my cheek no longer

The sun is going down and Christmas is near

Just look the other way and I’ll disappear forever

Woo!

Don’t shoot me, Santa Claus

Well, no one else around believes me!

But the children on the street they tease me

I couldn’t let them off that easy

Believe me

Santa

Santa