Death May Be Your Santa Claus Lyrics by Mott The Hoople

Death May Be Your Santa Claus Lyrics

    (ian hunter/verden allen)

    How long 'fore you realise you swing
    How long 'fore you realise you sting
    From the good to the bad to the ugly change
    How long 'fore you start to rearrange
    How long how long 'fore you realise that all's strange

    How long will it take to turn you around
    How long will it take to bend you down
    It makes you believe in the [real] exchange
    How long will it take for me to rearrange
    How long how long 'fore you realise that all's strange

    Well i don't care what the people may say
    I don't give a - anyway
    I don't care what the people may say
    I don't care what the people may say
    I don't give a - anyway
    I don't care what the people may say

    How long 'fore you realise what you missed
    How long 'fore we we get out and may get pissed
    You get all the books from the corn exchange
    Really mad at this outrage
    How long how long 'fore you realise that all's strange
    I don't care what the people may say
    I don't give a - anyway
    I don't care what the people may say
    I don't care what the people may say
    I don't give a - anyway
    I don't care what the people may say

    How long
    How long
    How long
    How long
    Won't you tell me how long
    Won't you tell me how long
    Won't you tell me how long
    Won't you tell me how long
    How long will it take
    How long will it take
    How long will it take (yeah)
    How long will it take

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