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Mister market said you know i cut it fine
The pendulum must swing both to and fro
I have to hit the bottom line or my bonus waves bye bye
This hurts me to my soul i hope you know

So he took a euphemism in the one hand
Choked a flimsy rationale with the other
And he bravely took a stand atop a castle made of sand
Took a look around and laid off his own mother

Sayin' fuck you, motherfucker it's Christmas
Stop staring at me like the ghost of Christmas past
I'll pause to shed a tear but not till after the new year
In the pageant you would be the stupid ass
Major major said there's nothing here to see
Please don't persist in your insistence upon knowing
It would a favor be to me and a patriot you'd be
Just keep inhaling all the shit we're blowing
You know the enemy his skin is brown and black
His religion teaches him you are the devil
If other reasons we do lack we swear no one will die when we attack
We're rich and we're in charge -- we're on the level

So fuck you, motherfucker it's Christmas
Can we help if in the race you came in last
I'll pause to shed a tear but not till after the new year
In the pageant you would be the stupid ass

It's a time of love and joy for each and every boy
Who's great grandpa came from Europe and who never tasted soy
Freedom doesn't come for free some things are just necessity
When the hard calls must be made try not to
Fill your good will pants with pee

Tell 'em fuck you, motherfucker, it's Christmas
Is it my fault that you always come in last
I'll pause to shed a tear but not till after the new year
In the pageant you would be the stupid ass

Fuck you, motherfucker, it's Christmas
Is it our fault that you always come in last
I'll pause to shed a tear but not till after the new year
In the pageant you would be the stupid ass

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