Christmas song
A Christmas song
I don't want to hear another Christmas song
I try my best but it all goes wrong
I don't want to hear another
(Ah shit)
So take your postcard-family
And keep that shit away from me
Light the logs in the fireplace on Christmas eve
And line the chimney with kerosene
(Hey!)
(Hey!)
So you're setting up the Christmas tree
While I'm dousing it in gasoline
And I'll dump the rest on Santa's beard
Yeah I'm the black sheep of the family
Got a complex and it's jealousy
Let's do it all again next year
It's time for Christmas
And you're on my wishlist
It's time for Christmas
You're on my shit-list
(You're on my wishlist)
(You're on my shit-list)
Freezing cold and full of heat
Let the Misers rage inside of me
Lost an eye to a BB gun, it's hard to see
Chevy chasing me with a burnt turkey
(Hey!)
(Hey!)
So I'm different but you get the gist
I'm the naughty one on Santa's list
And I hope he checked it twice this time
Yeah I feel like the ghost of Christmas past
'Cause I'll be back to haunt your ass
And everything will be just fine
It's time for Christmas
And you're on my wishlist
It's time for Christmas
You're on my shit-list
(You're on my wishlist)
(You're on my shit-list)
Christmas song
A Christmas song
I don't want to hear another Christmas song
I try my best but it all goes wrong
You're on my shit-list