Songtexte:
Nick Hunger

: It was the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse The stockings were hung by the chimney

: ?Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse The stockings were hung by the chimney with

and all through the house not a creature was stirring not even a mouse the stockings was hung by the chiminey with care with hopes that st. nick soon

dass anzugreifen was scheinbar festgefugt immer wieder und fur ewig gilt. Haben wir nicht die beste aller moglichen Gesellschaftsformen, hei?t es immer wieder, und alle nicken

a real nigga Would get around a real nigga All they do is still niggas ideas And rhythm wit em Holla sumthin similar Talking bout the hood Like they hung

and all through the house Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse The stockin's was hung by the chimney with care With hopes that St. Nick soon

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse The stockings were hung by the chimney with

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse The stockings were hung by, the chimney with

apply them all to thee. "Fly down, fly down, pretty parrot," she cried, "And light on my right knee. The doors to your cage shall be decked with gold And hung