You went looking for shelter in all the wrong spaces   You grew gluttonous and famous with faces   Nameless and blank, superstitiously you name them      St. Christopher and Johanna   St. Christopher and Johanna   St. Christopher and Johanna      Overcome with the holiday spirit   Mark says the Herald angels won't hear it   And remember the wolves   That you run with are wolves, don't forget      They exist to give you something to regret   I'll beat them to it      With something sadder than that brass portrait   That shines through your morning din   Something sadder than that brass portrait   That shines through your morning din      I'll give you something to be sad about   Hey, the picture really captures your mouth   Poised to say, it's your turn to go down now      It's your turn to go down now   It's your turn to go down now   It's your turn to go down now   In the spirit of giving in      Glad prayer Mary come on   Glad prayer Mary come on   Glad prayer Mary come on      All I wanted was an answer to the secret   Ground floor Mary come on, outboard Mary come on   All I wanted was an answer to      Your money or your life? Your money or your life?   I was sick of America and her screaming decay   I was in a band we were singing 'Hooray' quite often      But your momma was poor, your daddy was poor   What you gonna do?   Your mother was poor, your father was poor   What you gonna do about it?      Glad prayer Mary come on   Glad prayer Mary come on   Glad prayer Mary come on   ...