Consult your mouth, flapping wings beneath the bed
You lay down your innocence, though it is just half dead
It has crawled here to rest... and slowly it will die [bad word] your fingers through my skin
And I shall be made your music
We must ride the rougher paths to bliss
I can do it with a kiss

You were sitting on my Xmas tree
And you were looking down at me

Well, I went to the movies for three years
And I heard that you were busy going in and out of therapy
So you lost all my money and I cost you all your friends
They do not want to talk to you, but I do, I do, I do!

So we dress up like snowmen [bad word] around your garden
Chanting "DAVID IS THE MONSTER!"