Gifted by Combover Beethoven

Gonna fetch my stocking
Hang it on my bed
Whatever I get, you can take it as read

The gifts just keep on coming
Wrapped in razor wire
Everybody was kung fu fighting in a ball of fire

We’re gifted, gifted -
Gifted, yeah.

Tell me one good thing
Tell me one good thing that you ever did

Boogie man, go home
I’m chewing my own bone
You ain’t on the visitor list, you can’t come in
Nothing in the name of goodness
Ever crossed your lips
So we’re staggering on for the day you cash in your chips

We’re gifted, gifted -
Gifted, yeah.

• Alternative
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• Cheltenham