Clarence

From up here in heaven the states look like some freckles on a leg
Been laughing at the television, watching the bankers bank
It's Christmas Eve, and even angels get a little misty-eyed
Thinking of their families' faces on the day they died

If you make her down to hell, grab me some palma
Been laughing at all the shit Marzio writes on the bathroom stall
It's Christmas Eve, and even angels get a little misty-eyed
Listening to Nat Cole King sing on the 45

Seen it all done before, like a movie on repeat
Flags blur and the drums purr to some killer beat
It's Christmas Eve, and even angels get a little misty-eyed
Thinking 'bout how frail it felt to ever be alive