LYRIC FOR SALE

By Stevie Mac

BING BONG (Mary Lee is high) – A Christmas Song by Stevie Mac

Bing bong Mary Lee is high, like a partridge off her tree
Wenceslas was never crowned and a very bad boy was he
I am having nightmares of a white downpour
A cold cold Christmas killed the beggar next door
If someone was crucified for you and me
How come it’s the poor who live in misery


CHORUS
Merry merry Christmas, a happy time of year
Middle of the winter, homeless, helpless, bare
They might not see the spring, or breathe the summer air,
But let’s hand out the pressies and pretend they aren’t there


The first Noel the angel sang, apparently this is so
No one cares on the prison wing, where the lifers walk the rows
Nor to the hostages, held captive by the drought
The jobseeker waiting for his weekly payout
If someone was crucified for you and me
How come it’s the poor who live in misery


The soldier begging on the street, who’s just began to read
Signs that point to lights and shows, material wealth and glee
I’m not a drunk or a druggie or a whore,
I don’t need much while you always want more
If someone was crucified for you and me
How come it’s the poor who live in misery