I hear bells in the end of the town I guess santa is coming around I hear children in joy and the streets are covered in snow
I hear mother shes calling my name Look at santa my boy hes ok But I dont want to see cuz I know he aint coming for me
Cus my cat is covered in plastic and all of my friends are afraid They say that im pretty satanic But santa would know
Im a bad boy
I think Christmas is built on a lie I wish Santa could fall down and die I think gifts is a concept for rich families I wish Santa could fall from the sky
Merry fucking Christmas everyone Santa knows what you have done He will get you little boy you better run Hes a vicious little devil with his eyes on me cuz Ive been a bad boy you see
Merry fucking Christmas everyone get around and bring your guns if theres something in the sky you shoot it down Hes a vicious little devil and his time has come and we will make that fat bastard run
Holy Santas coming to town gather around and we will shoot him down