Outside the carolers start to sing I can't describe the joy they bring Cause joy is something they don't bring me My girlfriend is by my side From the roof are hanging sickles of ice Their whiny voices get irritating
It's Christmas time again
So i stand with a dead smile on my face Wondering how much of my time they'll waste Oh God, i hate these Satan's helpers And then i guess i must have snapped Because i grabbed a baseball bat And made them all run for shelter
It's Christmas time, again It's time to be nice to the people that you can't stand All year I'm growing tired of all this Christmas cheer You people scare me Please stay away from my home If you don't wanna get me down, Just leave the presents and then leave me alone
Well i guess it's not cool to freak on Christmas Eve Cause the cops came and arrested me They had an unfair advantage And even though the jail didn't have a tree Christmas came nightily Cause a guy named Bubba unwraps my package
I won't be home I won't be home for Christmas
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