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Alone on Christmas Eve and I know the phone won’t ring
but I Hope your winter’s full of holiday cheer.
I’ll be filled with more regret over the things I’ve done and said,
Hoping I’ll turn it around in the new year.
Chorus:
The snow falling outside I recall better days,
Like when we were younger now we’re miles away.
Alone on Christmas Eve and I know the phone won’t ring,
But I hope your winter’s spent with those you love,
A new big screen TV, presents placed around the tree,
And I’ll be staring at the ceiling above.
(Chorus)
I hear the carollers singing,
While I sit here contemplating
my life, and how I’ve got this far,
Maybe next Christmas I’ll get in my car,
And drive until I’m knocking on your door,
Instead of eating Chinese on my floor
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Snow is falling and I’m feeling sick
A stack of letters addressed to St. Nick
And I don’t think I can read another word
You tell me think about the kids
But daddy’s gettin’ drunk and mommy got the ‘vid
And I don’t think they believe anymore
No, I don’t think I believe anymore
I don’t wanna be Santa this Christmas
I’m not jolly and I don’t have any cheer
I don’t wanna be the dude in red
I just want to stay in bed
I don’t wanna be Santa this year
Last year felt like a curse
This year was somehow worse
I’ve got enough shit on my back
What good’s a plastic toy
When society’s depleted of joy?
So I’m not putting nothin’ in my sack
Yeah I’m ditching red and only wearing black
I don’t wanna be Santa this Christmas
I’m not jolly and I don’t have any cheer
I don’t wanna be the dude in red
I just want to stay in bed
I don’t wanna be Santa this year
Jaded Old St Nicholas
Wants to stay away
From every living soul
Until Christmas Day
Christmas Eve is coming soon
I’m a sad old man
So stay the hell away from me
Fuck off if you can!
I don’t wanna be Santa this Christmas
I’m not jolly and I don’t have any cheer
I don’t wanna be the dude in red
I just want to stay in bed
I don’t wanna be Santa this year
Oh, no
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When the van broke down the band was on its last legs
I think that we were somewhere outside of Winnipeg
It had been four days since we… we played the last show
The cash box was empty, it was starting to snow
Danny went crazy and Sandy broke veg
Peter came pretty close to losing his edge
We were close to hitting bottom, we were standing on the ledge
When we heard about a gingerbread house show!
Gingerbread, gingerbread, gingerbread house show
We got the van running, we headed north
the GPS had stopped working, of course
The directions made no sense, but we’d gotten this far
Something about hoof prints in the snow, and a star?
Danny got paranoid, Sandy went quiet
Suddenly we heard what sounded like a riot
A jolly bearded man who could have probably used a diet
In the driveway at a gingerbread house show!
Gingerbread, gingerbread, gingerbread house show
Then what to my wondering eyes did appear?
But elves screening shirts a nd a drunk reindeer!
Mrs. Claus knocked on the window and offered us some beers
She said “Welcome to our house show. Load in all your gear!”
Danny tuned his Gibson, Sandy grabbed her bass
Rudolph seemed aggressive, he got right in Peter’s face
He said “Welcome to the North Pole, the place is rad as shit”
Then Santa grabbed Rudolph yelled SEE YOU IN THE PIT
Next thing you know it was almost Christmas morning
North Pole PD broke up the show without warning
Mrs. Claus baked us cookies and she let us charge our phones
Gave us enough gas money to get all the way back home
Danny drove all day while the rest of us slept
In one of the Dakotas I think Sandy got a text
She said “You guys, this is crazy, you’re not gonna believe
They want us to come back and headline New Year’s Eve
Gingerbread, gingerbread, gingerbread house show
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December again, once more just for remind you that another year has gone and you don't even realized
so what have you done? you've spent your time in front a screen working hard for some bucks that already gone
oh yeah, oh yeah
christmas is coming once again
every single year looks the same
you didn't get money enough
then you skip your plans
christmas is coming once again
every single year looks the same
no santa claus, no xmas tree,
the job ate your brain
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Ernest P. Worrell dialog
"Oh Christmas Tree"
Ernest P Worrell dialog
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I can't wait for the weekend
With my best friends
Cause right now I'm counting heads
And the weed man
Left me on red
I just smoked my last gram
Get me out of here
Maybe next year
Where nobody I know is near
And I won't lie
Maybe this time
I'll get my life in line
I hope I crash my car on my way to work
Maybe I'll get fired Cause at least that's a perk
I've been jerking off just to fall asleep
And maybe that way I will see you in my dreams
Now I'm stumbling
Down on Arch street
Right where we used to meet
Stranded at a closed store
In Baltimore
And I really have to pee
Will I get home
In time for new years
Make sure you save me a beer
I put on my good shoes
To impress you
But you really killed the mood
I hope I crash my car
After leaving your place
I got so drunk
You laughed in my face
I hope I crash my car
After leaving your place
And maybe I'll find another way
But for now I'm losing the race
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Fuck you, Christmas
You never did all that much for me
I’m the only homosexual at the table now, fighting for my sanity
Fuck you, Christmas
The last one for us as a family
Take a shot each time I ramble, if you’re keen on poisoning
There’s supposed to be a certain air
But I’m not sure if anyone feels the magic
So ignore the pointed glare
And blast this 90s emo rock band
And if grandma asks, I’m Switzerland
Fuck you, Christmas
Gather ‘round on the computer screen
Making art about an opera, fighting in the mezzanines
Fuck you, Christmas
What a last one for us as a family
Yule, oh, well, I’m on ya, syncope beneath the Christmas tree
There’s supposed to be a certain air
But I’m not sure if anyone feels the magic
So ignore the pointed glare
And blast this 90s emo rock band
And if grandma asks,
I’m Switzerland
I’m Switzerland
I’m Switzerland
I’m Switzerland
I’m Switzerland
I’m Switzerland
I’m Switzerland
I’m Switzerland
Fuck you
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We can sit back
Watch it crumble
Capitalism
Rewrites the constitution
Watch our rights
Get raped
As they scream end of days
And you ask me why I’m not
So patriotic anymore
We can sit back
Watch another Walmart
Kill the little guy
Maybe Hubert Spencer
Was so fucking right
It’s just another day
And just another trade
Until it’s shopping cart life
For us all
Watch that stock ticker fall
I’ve lost my faith in what I believe
Since when did the American dream
Revolve around
Warlords and oil tankers
Economic collapse
And the patriot act
I’ve lost my faith
In the American way
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No holy nights, just bullet holes
They want your rights, to take control
They'll hang you by your own Holly
If we don't bring down this fascist regime
This Christmas eve...
There'll be no peace, for Botham Jean,
big Floyd told you, he couldn't breath.
(I can't breathe!)
Rashard brooks, was fast asleep
Tamir rice will never see his twenties.
All I want under my tree, is human kindness and
some fucking decency
May we remember those now gone,
let's change forever so that they can (live on)
dream of a white Christmas
Not like this supremacist shit we know
where the cops didn't kill us
Just for being different
And blood didn't run rampant through the snow
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All I want for Christmas this year
is A little bit of Christmas cheer
so give me all your heroin now
and I won't make your whole family think
"wow, that guy really likes his heroin"
Yeah...
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RumHam - Bangmaid
01:18
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Various quotes from a certain episode of "Always Sunny"
You know the one...
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It's Christmas On Credit
Next year I'm gonna regret it
'Cause I'm buying gifts
For Family, Foes & Friends
The gifts are fantastic
But I bought them all on plastic
So next year, I fear
This debt will never end
The Holidays are hitting
Like a financial storm
Latest devices with jacked up prices
Have now been forewarned
To show our Love we must spend money
We may not even have
Have we forgot the reason for the Season?
...Is Baby Jesus Sad???
December streets become a freeway
With shoppers getting in fights
Where did the 'Goodwill Towards Man' go?
Where are the Silent Nights???
The commercialism in Christmas
Is all that I can see
No time for Friends & Family!
No time for Nativity!!!
I want to give everyone
Muir, Frankincense & Gold
But this year I'm buying Christmas gifts
With things I've pawned & sold
I've worked hard and saved to get ahead
But it still is not enough
So deep in debt
Buying stuff
It's Christmas On Credit
Next year I'm gonna regret it
'Cause I'm buying gifts
For Family, Foes & Friends
The gifts are fantastic
But I bought them all on plastic
So next year, I fear
This debt will never end
My bank account falls just like snow
My sleigh rides on credit
Got gifts for people I don't know
Even got some gifts for pets
It doesn't take me 3 Wise Men
To see this don't add up
Sure I'm not the wisest man, my friend
But I can see there's not enough
My bank account is in the red
Like the Yule Fire's embers
But I'm still paying off the debt
From Christmas last December
And the Christmas before that & more
I really can't remember
Next year I'll save from Spring to December
And pay with Legal Tender
I want to give everyone
Muir, Frankincense & Gold
But this year I'm buying Christmas gifts
With things I've pawned & sold
I've worked hard and saved to get ahead
But it still is not enough
So deep in debt
Buying stuff
It's Christmas On Credit
Next year I'm gonna regret it
'Cause I'm buying gifts
For Family, Foes & Friends
The gifts are fantastic
But I bought them all on plastic
So next year, I fear
This debt will never end
The gifts are full of interest
But they're received with disinterest
And they're accumulating interest
As I'm paying off last Christmas
My bank account is in the red
Like the lights upon the tree
And my bank balance is going down
Like a Seasonal Submarine
I'm in a Holiday Hurricane
Caught in Festivities
I refrain from taking the Lord's Name in vain
As Santa Claus laughs at me
I want to give everyone
Muir, Frankincense & Gold
But this year I'm buying Christmas gifts
With things I've pawned & sold
I've worked hard and saved to get ahead
But it still is not enough
So deep in debt
Buying stuff
It's never gonna be enough
My credit score is pretty rough
... It's Christmas!!!
It's Christmas On Credit
Next year I'm gonna regret it
'Cause I'm buying gifts
For Family, Foes & Friends
The gifts are fantastic
But I bought them all on plastic
So next year, I fear
This debt will never end
It's Christmas On Credit
Next year I'm gonna regret it
'Cause I'm buying gifts
For Family, Foes & Friends
The gifts are fantastic
But I bought them all on plastic
So next year, I fear
This debt will never end
No!!!
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Fixed Frequency Assiniboia, Saskatchewan
Record label from Assiniboia Sask. We do what we want.
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