Listen to Don't Shoot Me Santa (feat. Ryan Pardey) by The Killers

Don't Shoot Me Santa (feat. Ryan Pardey)

The Killers

Rock

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brandon Flowers
Brandon Flowers
Lead Vocals
Dave Keuning
Dave Keuning
Guitar
Mark Stoermer
Mark Stoermer
Bass Guitar
Ronnie Vannucci
Ronnie Vannucci
Drums
Ryan Pardey
Ryan Pardey
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Flowers
Brandon Flowers
Songwriter
Dave Keuning
Dave Keuning
Songwriter
Ronnie Vannucci
Ronnie Vannucci
Songwriter
Mark Stoermer
Mark Stoermer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Killers
The Killers
Producer
Flood
Flood
Producer
Alan Moulder
Alan Moulder
Producer
Stuart Price
Stuart Price
Producer
Ted Sablay
Ted Sablay
Recording Engineer
T.J. Doherty
T.J. Doherty
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Oh, Santa I've been waiting on you That's funny, kid, because I've been coming for you Oh, Santa I've been killing just for fun Well, the party's over, kid Because I, because I got a bullet in my gun A bullet in your what? Santa's got a bullet in his gun (you know it) Santa's got a bullet in his gun Don't shoot me, Santa Claus I've been a clean living boy, I promise you Did every little thing you asked me to I can't believe the things I'm going through Don't shoot me, Santa Claus Well, no one else around believes me But the children on the block, they tease me And I couldn't let 'em off that easy Oh, Santa It's been a real hard year (year) There just ain't no getting around this, life is hard But look at me, I turned out alright Hey, Santa Why don't we talk about it? Work it out Believe me, this ain't what I wanted I love all you kids, you know that Hell, I remember when you were just ten years old Playing out there in the desert Just waiting for a sip of that sweet Mojave rain In the sweet Mojave rain, the boy was on his own Don't shoot me, Santa Claus I've been a clean living boy, I promise you Did every little thing you asked me to I can't believe the things I'm going through Hey, Santa Claus Well, no one else around believes me But the children on the block, they tease me And I couldn't let 'em off that easy They had it coming, so why can't you see? I couldn't turn my cheek no longer The sun is going down and Christmas is near Just look the other way and I'll disappear forever Don't shoot me, Santa Claus Well, no one else around believes me But the children on the street, they tease me And I couldn't let 'em off that easy Believe me Santa (Santa)
Writer(s): Dave Brent Keuning, Mark August Stoermer, Ronnie Jr. Vannucci, Brandon Flowers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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