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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

[Verse 1]
Oh Santa
I've been waiting on you
That's funny, kid
Because I've been coming for you
[Verse 2]
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?
[Verse 3]
Santa's got a bullet in his gun
(You know it)
Santa's got a bullet in his gun
[Verse 4]
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
No one else around believes me
For the children on the block, they tease me
And I couldn't let 'em off that easy
[Verse 5]
So Santa
It's been a real hard year
(Year)
There's just ain't no gettin' around this
Life is hard
But look at me
I turned out alright
[Verse 6]
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 waitin' for a sip of that sweet Mojave rain
[Verse 7]
In the sweet Mojave rain
The boy was on his own
[Verse 8]
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
No one else around believes me
For the children on the block, they tease me
I couldn't let 'em off that easy
[Verse 9]
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
[Verse 10]
Don't shoot me Santa Claus
No one else around believes me
For the children on the street, they tease me
I couldn't let 'em off that easy
Believe me
Santa, Santa
Written by: Brandon Flowers, Dave Keuning, Mark Stoermer, Ronnie Vannucci
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