Open, honest, raw. Jolly to be spread, music in head's of children in cement halls.
Beer drinkers will brawl, puke will fill cold stalls.
Christmas season comes, some make it a joke. Some light cigarettes, some make recompense, some kiss under the mistletoe, some lights will shine, while the season of the divine comes and goes, as in this coming season means a new season. For me of rock n roll.