Clarence lyrics
by The Felice Brothers
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 sh*t 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