"Crack-House Christmas" genre: Seasonal/Holiday
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	Credits: Keith DesRochers
	Lyrics Crack -House Christmas Times were hard, it was Christmas eve the homeless shelter was filled with stares turkey gravy was on my sleeves and all the volenteers really seemed to care we washed the dishes and laid out our beds and in the darkness I thought to say the words of thanks speaking in my head I dropped to my knees and began to pray There was another who was on his knees the broken remains of a little boy I paused and listen to his pleas but he was not asking for a toy he cried please don't make live through another crack-house Christmas and please wont you save my mommy from herself no she can't seem to stop those the things that she's doing and I have never seen Santa Clause or his elves. remember all that stuff that you got for me last Christmas well I wished I could have given it all back my momma clucked it all away that very next morning for a tiny little sack filled with crack my mammas been gone for three days now and there's never any food in our room my coat is gone, I don't know how the preacher says you'll bee coming soon well all of a sudden it got real quiet and all of the darkness it fell away The heavens opened up to our sight and down came angles for which he prayed the brightness of the sun shown all around while all the angles held out their hands the boy, he rose up from his knees and then lifted right off the ground I began to understand He will never live another crack-house Christmas his momma was an angel now herself she has stopped all those things that she was doing well I believe in Santa and his elves he wont be needing any toys on this Christmas I really don't think that he'll be coming back finaly his momma is free from all her burning from that tiny little sack filled with crack suddenly they all shot up but left no hole in the ceiling the darkness sucked back to the shelter except that spot were he was kneeling He will never live another crack-house Christmas his momma was an angel now herself she has stopped all those things that she was doing well I believe in Santa and his elves he wont be needing any toys on this Christmas I really don't think that he'll be coming back finaly his momma is free from all her burning from that tiny little sack filled with crack

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