Cause I feel like killing myself for Christmas
I never got along real well with my mom or dad
Hey I feel like killing myself for Christmas
It’ll be the best, the best, the best Christmas they ever had
I could slice my wrists but you know it’ll only get real messy
(Look at that 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 can take that mistletoe
And hang myself from the Christmas tree
(That Christmas tree is coming out of your parking money)
Cause I feel like killing myself for Christmas
And before I go, I think I’ll hijack a mall
And tell all your kids that 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! Drink it)
Cause we feel like killing ourselves for Christmas
We never got along real well with our moms or dads
Yeah we feel like killing our self’s for Christmas
(You're all asleep! Do it!)
It’ll be the best, the best, the best Christmas they ever had
Cause we feel like killing ourselves for Christmas
We never got along real well with our moms or dads
Yeah we feel like killing ourselves for Christmas
(Merry Christmas!)
It’ll be the best, the best, the best,
(Merry Christmas!)
the best, the best, the best,
(Merry Christmas)
The fuckin' best
Christmas they ever had
Bum bum ba dum bum bum
Fuckin' die!
(But I don’t wanna die this year, that was last year)
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