Lyrics

She's miles away where neon signs are born
Touch and go, dime a dozen, cutthroat,
Pretends she's southern so she can tell her joke
She's such a fickle little waxwork

My baby, she lost her mind on Christmas day

Where did you go, my baby, where did you go?

My baby, she lost her mind on Christmas day

An unscrewed head steppin' on hollow ground
In a broken promised land
With tin-thin skin and hooked on isolation,
Tip-toein' 'round a train wreck to prove she's innocent

My baby, she lost her mind on Christmas day

Hangin' out windows in fur coats,
Drinking invisible rum and Cokes,
Touch and go, dime a dozen, cutthroat,
She's such a fickle little waxwork

My baby, she lost her mind on Christmas day