Walking to your house on Christmas Eve. When your mind changed and I could not believe, That you and I could drink and get real wild. I'll pray nine months that I won't have a child. Oh fade away, and you might think that I am not around. Oh fade away, and you might think that I live underground. Watching television in my room. When you called me up and said that I was doomed. I'll blame alcohol and blame the myself. God bless the beer and Jaegermeister now. Oh fade away, and you might think that I am not around. Oh fade away, and you might think that I live underground. And you might think that I am dumb for using you, But I have to tell you that I'm not because I only live one time. So I'm coming home, so I can forget you're name.