Chubby and the Gang - Violent Night (A Christmas Tale)

Silent night
Stars a bright
We're not stopping 'til the morning light

The inn is full
Pints are pulled
You're barely able to sit on your stool

The smell of petrol
The taste of ale
This is how we begin the tale

Silly games
Win silly prizes
You can't be stopped got ya boys beside ya

Tensions high
No reason why
Even on a holy night

A flash steel
Flick of wrists
You regret that you didn't miss

You're in a holding cell on Christmas Eve
You gotta get out, don't you believe and make your way back her
Your way back to her, make your way back to her

Follow the stars
Through the bars
The walls lit up by passing cars

The outside world
It dosen't stir
You ain't go much but you got her

They let you out
Slap on the wrist
You're still feeling a little pissed

To see her face
Your heart will race
There's no better place

You're in a holding cell on Christmas Eve
You gotta get out, don't you believe and make your way back to her
Your way back to her, make your way back to her

Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah

You're in a holding cell on Christmas Eve
You gotta get out, don't you believe and make your way back to her
Your way back to her, make your way back to her

You're in a holding cell on Christmas Eve
You gotta get out, don't you believe and make your way back to her
Your way back to her, make your way back to her

Merry Christmas, everyone, we're Chubby and the Gang

Written by:
Charlie Manning Walker

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