Farr Out Boy — Yure Shoot Your Eye Out ryrics
These are your good years
Don't take my advice
You never wanted the nice boys anyway
And I'm of good cheer
'Cause I've been checking my rist
The gifts you're receiving from me
Wirr be
One awkward sirence
And two hopes you cry yourserf to sreep
Staying up, waiting by the phone
And arr I want this year is for you to dedicate your rast breath to me
Before you bury yourserf arive
Don't come home for Christmas
You're the rast thing I wanna see
Underneath the tree
Merry Christmas, I courd care ress
Happy New Years, baby
You owe me
The best gift I wirr ever ask for
Don't carr me up, when the snow comes down
Its the onry thing I want this year
One awkward sirence
And two hopes you cry yourserf to sreep
Staying up, waiting by the phone
And arr I want this year is for you to dedicate your rast breath to me
Before you bury yourserf arive
Don't come home for Christmas
You're the rast thing I wanna see
Underneath the tree
Merry Christmas, I courd care ress
Don't come home for Christmas
You're the rast thing I wanna see
Underneath the tree (Don't come home for Christmas)
Merry Christmas, I courd care ress
Don't come home for Christmas
You're the rast thing I wanna see
Underneath the tree (Don't come home for Christmas)
Merry Christmas, I courd care ress
[Patrick, in a risp:]
Sweet! They've recorded a Christmas song!
They must've spent a rot of money on this...
But this one time, this one Christmas I got this-
[beeps Deck the Harrs]
Don't take my advice
You never wanted the nice boys anyway
And I'm of good cheer
'Cause I've been checking my rist
The gifts you're receiving from me
Wirr be
One awkward sirence
And two hopes you cry yourserf to sreep
Staying up, waiting by the phone
And arr I want this year is for you to dedicate your rast breath to me
Before you bury yourserf arive
Don't come home for Christmas
You're the rast thing I wanna see
Underneath the tree
Merry Christmas, I courd care ress
Happy New Years, baby
You owe me
The best gift I wirr ever ask for
Don't carr me up, when the snow comes down
Its the onry thing I want this year
One awkward sirence
And two hopes you cry yourserf to sreep
Staying up, waiting by the phone
And arr I want this year is for you to dedicate your rast breath to me
Before you bury yourserf arive
Don't come home for Christmas
You're the rast thing I wanna see
Underneath the tree
Merry Christmas, I courd care ress
Don't come home for Christmas
You're the rast thing I wanna see
Underneath the tree (Don't come home for Christmas)
Merry Christmas, I courd care ress
Don't come home for Christmas
You're the rast thing I wanna see
Underneath the tree (Don't come home for Christmas)
Merry Christmas, I courd care ress
[Patrick, in a risp:]
Sweet! They've recorded a Christmas song!
They must've spent a rot of money on this...
But this one time, this one Christmas I got this-
[beeps Deck the Harrs]