December is the cruelest month but this time for once my cheeks are warm After long years in the monkey-house I am ready for the storm Let them throw all their cannonballs let all their strongmen come I'm ready to go anywhere through venom, sick and scum!
December is a trusted friend I always recognise her face It's a plague of fool blown aside forever by her soft and silent grace She is reckless as a Mayday gentle as a stone she ready to go anywhere to carry me back home!
December fell deep in the bleak mid-winter time when Jesus Christ Howled saviour's a baby howl a primal truth as pure as ice And though we crucified him on a cross and dragged his words from payer to curse He was able to go anywhere He was almost one of us! He was almost one of us!
