City of the Angels
But they must have flown away
Frightened by the demons
Living here in LA
A Christmas tree would sure be nice
Now that I wouldn't mind
Or angel dust to pick me up
And leave me far behind
I want that Christmas spirit
But it sure is hard to find
They sell it in a bottle
That's not what I have in mind
I need that Christmas spirit
But I know it doesn't last
All I see around me
Is the Ghost of Christmas past
There's tinsel on the lamppost
Streets are paved with gold
Hookers dressed in red
And the wind is blowing cold
