Violent Night (A Christmas Tale)

Silent night
Stars a bright
We're not stopping till
The morning light

The inn is full
Pints are pulled
You're barely able to sit on your stool

The smell of petrol
The taste of ale
This is how we begin the tale

Silly games
Win silly prizes
But you can't be stopped got ya boys beside ya

Tensions high
No reason why
Even on a holy night

A flash steel
Flick of wrists
You regret that you didn't miss

Now you're in a holding cell on Xmas eve
You gotta get out you gotta believe and make your way back her

Follow the stars
Through the bars
The walls lit up by passing cars

The outside world
Doesn't stir
You ain't go much but you got her

They let you out
Slap on the wrist
You're still feeling a little pissed

To see her face
Your heart race
There's no better place

You were in a holding cell on Xmas eve
You gotta get out don't believe and make your way back to her



Credits
Writer(s): Charlie Manning-walker
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