Merry Fucking Christmas Songtext

von The Mr. T Experience

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, she's calling my name
Look at Santa my boy, it's okay
But I don't wanna see 'cause I know he ain't coming for me

Cause my cat is covered in plastic
And all of my friends are afraid
They say that's i'm pretty satanic
But Santa would know

I'm 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
He's a vicious little devil with his eyes on me
'Cause i have been a bad boy you see

Merry fucking Christmas everyone
Get around and bring your guns
Is there's something in the sky you shoot it down
He's a vicious little devil and his time has come
And we will make that fat bastard run

(ho, ho, ho!)

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

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

Holy Santa's coming to town
Gather around and we will shoot him down

Holy Santa's coming to town
Gather around and we will shoot him down

Holy Santa's coming to town
Gather around and we will shoot him down