Ben Sowden - Broken Chimneys Lyrics

We three kings of comfort and things that bother you no more
Pawn shop take my five gold rings, there's a bailiff at the door
Lords a-leaping, creeping across the Commons in the candlelight
Maids a-milking, human kindness all running dry tonight
At the mercy of the elves who count in twenty-eights and twelves
Santa stifled with a swathe of sanctions
How fortunate we are, we follow yonder star
We purchase at a thousand APR
Come let us praise this child of heaven, urge us to our knees
Quick we forget this exalted one was born of refugees
Cardboard diorama tale of how this night began
Genuflect, neglect your pavement dormant fellow man
A graveyard and a goose, your tinsel for a noose
A meagre feast of foodbank ration
God or greed or both, the hypocrites at oath
We wear this shroud of sweatshop fashion
And though it was the night before
He must just like the rich kids more
Blame the no-show on the broken chimneys
The promised mistletoe and wine
Meanwhile we sink beneath the line
To reacquaint ourselves with austere auld lang syne