Things Must Be Born So That Other Things Can Die
An Advent Calendar
Pick out the miniature
Leave the door swinging
You're born in a barn
Babe in arms, prophecy
No Vacancy, a refugee
Palestinian, child, Jew
Feeling cold, your lungs are roaring
Creeping mould, the land is lording
Heater on, but you can't keep the wind outside
And things must be born so that other things can die
Do you see now what they meant
When your teenage parents sung
When they sang, 'look to the future now,
it's only just begun'
Things must be born so that other things can die
Things must be born so that other things can die
It's revenge of the relatives
On Gluhwein and sedatives
Comparing their heretic
Opinions and views
Share the meal, share the telly
With a Gordian-knotted belly
They don't say a thing you don't hear on the News
Now the family is fighting
Which is madly unsurprising
Once it's Boxing Day, you'll sock 'em in the eye
Things must be born so that other things can die
And you'll see soon what they meant
When your school-aged grandparents prayed
When the wisest king with five gold rings
Will bow to the milkmaids
The future will be sent, and peace will kick your insides
And things must be born so that other things can die
Things must be born so that other things can die
Please, please, please, please let those other things die
Pick out the miniature
Leave the door swinging
You're born in a barn
Babe in arms, prophecy
No Vacancy, a refugee
Palestinian, child, Jew
Feeling cold, your lungs are roaring
Creeping mould, the land is lording
Heater on, but you can't keep the wind outside
And things must be born so that other things can die
Do you see now what they meant
When your teenage parents sung
When they sang, 'look to the future now,
it's only just begun'
Things must be born so that other things can die
Things must be born so that other things can die
It's revenge of the relatives
On Gluhwein and sedatives
Comparing their heretic
Opinions and views
Share the meal, share the telly
With a Gordian-knotted belly
They don't say a thing you don't hear on the News
Now the family is fighting
Which is madly unsurprising
Once it's Boxing Day, you'll sock 'em in the eye
Things must be born so that other things can die
And you'll see soon what they meant
When your school-aged grandparents prayed
When the wisest king with five gold rings
Will bow to the milkmaids
The future will be sent, and peace will kick your insides
And things must be born so that other things can die
Things must be born so that other things can die
Please, please, please, please let those other things die
Credits
Writer(s): Holly Boismaison
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