Don't Shoot Me Santa — The Killers

Oh Santa I’ve been waiting on you That’s funny kid Because I’ve been coming for you Oh Santa I’ve been killing just for fun Well the party’s over kid Because I Because I got a bullet in my gun A bullet in your what?

Santa’s got a bullet in his gun You know it, Santa’s got a bullet in his gun

Don’t shoot me Santa Claus I’ve been a clean living boy I promise you Did every little thing you asked me to I can’t believe the things I’m going through

Don’t shoot me Santa Claus Well no one else around believes me But the children on the block they tease me I couldn’t let them off that easy

Oh Santa It’s been a real hard year There just ain’t no gettin’ around this Life is hard But look at me I turned out alrightlj Hey Santa Why don’t we talk about it? Work it out Believe me

This ain’t what I wanted I love all you kids, you know that Hell, I remember when you were just 10 years old Playing out there in the desert Just waiting for a sip of that sweet Mojave rain In the sweet Mojave rain The boy was on his own

Don’t shoot me Santa Claus I’ve been a clean living boy I promise you Did every little thing you asked me to I can’t believe the things I’m going through

Hey Santa Claus Well no one else around believes me But the children on the block they tease me I couldn’t let them off that easy

They had it coming So why can’t you see? I couldn’t turn my cheek no longer The sun is going down and Christmas is near Just look the other way and I’ll disappear forever

Woo!

Don’t shoot me Santa Claus Well no one else around believes me But the children on the street they tease me I couldn’t let them off that easy

Believe me Santa Santa