Spend Christmas with your famly – so tradition goes
But there is no salvation in the bloodlines that I have to call my own
The truth was just the devil in the shadows that we never did call out
In the whiskey, in the violence, in the darkness softly breakthing in and out

Oh…..another year gone – Just one revolution of one chunk of stone
Oh…..another year gone – It’s Christmas in London and I’m moving on

Under blackened roofs and chimneys,
In the house where my father was first born
His father made his money from the wretched, the desperate and forlorn
Just a combination of the bloodline and the circumstance no doubt,
Still the baby met the devil in the shadows softly breathing in and out

Christmas in the docks outside the city Christmas 1989
Where the mud that flanks the river turned the waters as deep and dark as wine
Our father never came before the money and whiskey had run out
They found him in the river where he left us just by breathing in and out

Oh…..another year gone – Just one revolution of one chunk of stone
Oh…..another year gone - It’s Christmas in London and I’m moving on

The city is on fire
With red and gold and white
And the faces of the people just look ghostly in this light
From doorway to doorway till each song sounds the same
They can’t see the devil in the shadows or the blood that’s in my veins

Oh…..another year gone – Just one revolution of one chunk of stone
Oh…..another year gone – It’s Christmas in London and I’m moving on