I Was Thinking I Could Clean Up For Christmas

I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas
And then baby, I'm through?
Four more weeks that couldn't make any difference
Except maybe to you

But I've tried to use that trick
Like a carrot on a stick

So I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas
Then baby, I'm through
I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas
And then baby, I'm done

One less fucker trying to get in the business
Of the prodigal son
Where I know I can't compete
Once I'm off of Hastings Street

So I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas
And then baby, I'm done

Cause I can't live loaded and I can't live sober
And I've been this way since the end of October
And I know enough to know
That baby when it's over, it's over
And it's over, I'm done

And I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas
And then call it a day
Tell you I'm sorry that I made you a witness
To my moral decay

And that, once upon a time
I believed it was a victimless crime

So I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas
Then call it a day
Then call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day