The Fries Attack on Christmas Eve

Fires of gold marched out of the night
Tall as men in the lobby light
Their salted arms and potato skin gleamed
Marching on ketchup, the dream they dreamed
With manly legs and faces bold
They raised their guns of fryer gold
And Christmas Eve would lose its peace
When fries declared their crispy siege

They crept through the halls in their salt-covered pride
Looking for ketchup they'd keep locked inside
But one weary man, barefoot and brave
Swore this Christmas he'd still be saved

Oh, the fries attacked on Christmas Eve
Guns in hand, they wouldn't leave
But one man fought through smoke and fire
Barefoot faith and worn desire
The fries attacked on Christmas Eve
In a tower trimmed with tinsel's weave
And when the dawn returned its glow
Peace was paid in crumbs below

He crawled through glass that cut like frost
Each breath a hymn for what was lost
He whispered calls the cops can't hear
Their lights too far, the night too near
A crack, a spark, the silence torn
Another fry met Christmas scorn
He bled, but still he would not yield
The war for ketchup's yet unsealed

They wanted the ketchup, the vault, the prize
But he gave them fire in holiday guise
Each fry that fell with a smoky sigh
Became one more reason to try

Oh, the fries attacked on Christmas Eve
Guns in hand, they wouldn't leave
But one man fought through smoke and fire
Barefoot faith and worn desire
The fries attacked on Christmas Eve
In a tower trimmed with tinsel's weave
And when the dawn returned its glow
Peace was paid in crumbs below

He faced their chief by the window's glow
The city beneath in the moon's soft snow
The fry's crisp beard and sneering grin
The vault behind, the fear within
They struggled close by the glass so high
A Christmas breath, a desperate cry
The glass gave way in a shattering shower
The bearded fry fell from the tower

Oh, the fries attacked on Christmas Eve
Guns in hand, they wouldn't leave
But one man fought through smoke and fire
Barefoot faith and worn desire
The fries attacked on Christmas Eve
In a tower trimmed with tinsel's weave
And when the dawn returned its glow
Peace was paid in crumbs below

So lift your glass when the season's near
For the man who kept our ketchup dear
Though the fries attacked on Christmas Eve
It's a night we'll still believe