THE DAY CHRISTMAS DIED

"dedicated to john lennon"

I'm waitin' for Santa
and it ain't gonna be a pretty sight.
I'm waitin' for Santa
and it ain't gonna be a pretty sight.
I've got my shotgun loaded
and he won't be seein' the morning light.
Somebody gots to pay the price
for messin' 'round with my wife.
Somebody gots to pay the price
for messin' round with my wife.
And Satan's gonna pay,
he's gonna pay with his life.
The youngins gots a better plan
hidden in a batch of goodies.
The youngins gots a better plan
hidden in a batch of goodies--
a tall, cold glass of milk
and a dozen poisoned cookies.
Adiós you fat fuck Santa,
I hope you enjoy your last ride.
Adiós you fat fuck Santa,
I hope you enjoy your last ride.
You can run across the sky,
but a full moon won't let you hide.
The lyin' Christians are cryin':
"Christmas just won't be the same!"
The lyin' Christians are cryin':
"Christmas just won't be the same!"
But don't point your fingers at me
cause St. Dick is the only one to blame.

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