Every Year At Christmas Songtext
von The Boxmasters

I been good, I been bad
Lost most of everything I had
I should be glad I′m still around at all
I been king, been a bum
Covered every bracket of income
I should be numb from every time I've hit the wall

But every year at Christmas
My heart is full of cheer
The devil and his band of agents
Pack up and disappear
Thanksgiving to the new year
They crawl back in their hole
And every year at Christmastime
I crawl back in my soul


I′ve chased, and I've run
Been bored to death and had some fun
I'll follow the sun as long as I can feel its rays
I′ve been wooed, and been booed
Felt the ins and outs of being screwed
I′m less likely to be sued through the winter holidays

But every year at Christmas
My heart is full of cheer
The devil and his band of agents
Pack up and disappear
Thanksgiving to the new year
They crawl back in their hole
And every year at Christmastime
I crawl back in my soul

I been up, I been down
Been a goat and the talk of the town
Still steadying my crown
You'd be surprised how much it weighs
I felt love, I felt hate
Been lied to and given it straight
There′s no-one to arbitrate
When the road's full of rubber-tired sleighs


But every year at Christmas
My heart is full of cheer
The devil and his band of agents
Pack up and disappear
Thanksgiving to the new year
They crawl back in their hole
And every year at Christmastime
Every year at Christmastime
Every year at Christmastime
I crawl back in my soul