Cause I feel like killing myself for Christmas I never got along real well with my mum or dad Yeah, I feel like killing myself for Christmas It'll be the best, the best, the best Christmas they ever had
I could slice my wrist but you know it'll only get real messy (Look at the mess you made) I could shoot myself but you know they would never recognize me (That's not my boy, that's not him) I'm gonna take that mistletoe And hang myself from the Christmas tree (That Christmas tree is coming out of you're pocket money)
Cause I feel like killing myself for Christmas And before I go, I think I'll hijack a mall And tell your kids, there's no such thing as Santa (You know you where an accident) And before I go, (I blame your mother) I'll steal your credit cards and max em out Before you know, I'm buying porno Cause that's all I want anyway (That's how kool aid's supposed to taste, drink it, drink it, DRINK IT!)
Cause we feel like killing ourselves for Christmas We never got along real well with our mums and dads Yea We feel like killing ourselves for Christmas It'll be the best, the best, the best Christmas day they ever had (That's right!)
Cause we feel like killing ourselves for Christmas We never got along real well with our mums and dads Yea We feel like killing ourselves for Christmas It'll be the best, the best, the best, (Merry Christmas) the best, the best, the best (Merry Christmas), the fu**in best Christmas they ever had
Bum bum bu bum bum bum GO FU**IN DIE!!! (But I don't wanna die this year, that was last year...)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
