• Well little brother it's Christmas again
    So it's also my once a year turn to visit you in
    This place you sent yourself with sin.

    This Noel is like the five last
    I just want to finish the visit fast
    Getting tired of talking to you through the glass.

    You tell me with tears in your eyes
    How inside your heart dies
    Dreaming of being able to stare at the Christmas skies.

    Dreams of your daughter in your lap
    Witha cute smile with a gap
    Whos life leads you like a map

    To finally greeting sobriety
    And losing your self-pity
    you smile cause the days you have left is fifty.

    So next Christmas the family will be right
    The fit at the dinner table shall be tight
    And now that we've both grown there shall be no fight.

    Just holiday cheer
    Just beer
    Those days are near.