Don't Shoot Me, Santa

Don't Shoot Me Santa Claus - (Tribute To The Killers) - Future Hit Makers

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's 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

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