Band: Murder City Devils Album: (unknown album) Song: 364 Days An open letter to St. Nicholas Whiskey and cookies on the mantle the children asleep, they wait for St. Nick While they wait we can drink The tree is hung in tribute to you 364 days till I see you again and a thousand more tears and a thousand more tears St. Nicholas, St. Nicholas at the North Pole 364 days spent all alone Take off your boots, pour a drink try not to cry, try not to think St. Nicholas, St. Nicholas at the North Pole 364 days spent all alone Take off your boots, pour a drink try not to cry, try not to think try not to think And you drink your eggnog and I'll drink my wine Toast to the season, we toast one more time the morning is coming, the whiskey is empty the gifts have arrived, St. Nick has come and gone. St. Nicholas, St. Nicholas at the North Pole 364 days spent all alone Take off your boots, pour a drink try not to cry, try not to think St. Nicholas, St. Nicholas at the North Pole 364 days spent all alone Take off your boots, pour a drink try not to cry And it ends like it started, the hugs and the kisses the bullshit flows, the bullshit flows you raise your bottle and I'll raise my flask toast Christmas future, toast Christmas past When their all gone, sitting down in peace, wait one more year and I'll pour just one more drink. St. Nicholas, St. Nicholas at the North Pole 364 days spent all alone Take off your boots, pour a drink try not to cry, try not to think St. Nicholas, St. Nicholas at the North Pole 364 days spent all alone Take off your boots, pour a drink try not to cry, try not to think try not to think St. Nicholas all alone. (recorded by NixonCK2) --- http://www.lyricsdot.com/ - 95000+ lyrics from 10000+ bands online