THE DAY CHRISTMAS DIED

I'm waitin' for Santa and 
I've got my shotgun loaded
and he won't be seein' the morning light.
it ain't gonna be a pretty sight.
I'm waitin' for Santa
and it ain't gonna be a pretty sight.

Somebody gots to pay the price
for messin' 'round with my wife.
Somebody gots to pay the price
for messin' round with my wife.
And Santa's gonna pay,
he's gonna pay with his life.

The youngins gots a better plan
hidden in a batch of goodies.
The youngins gots a better plan
hidden in a batch of goodies--
a tall, cold glass of milk
and a dozen poisoned cookies.

Adiós you fat pig Santa,
I hope you enjoy your last ride.
Adiós you fat pig Santa,
I hope you enjoy your last ride.
You can run across the sky,
but a full moon won't let you hide.

The lyin' Christians are cryin':
"Christmas just won't be the same!"
The lyin' Christians are cryin':
"Christmas just won't be the same!"
But don't point your fingers at me
cause St. Dick is the only one to blame.

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