The War On Christmas Is Over (If You Buy It)

Alright! Armed to the teeth, jack boots on our feet As we kick in your front door Setting fire to the tree, all the presents beneath And destroying you, pagan whores Overhead drones are flying, the children will be crying Try and lock all your doors But not enough of you are bying So this year you're dying Merry Christmas, this means war This is the war on Christmas Your names made our shit list This is the war on Christmas Happy new fear Armed to the teeth, jack boots on our feet As we kick in your front door So we send seasons beatings, til you are believing Our savior is white as snow There will be no relieving, this pain you are feeling Merry Christmas, this means war This is the war on Christmas Your names made our shit list This is the war on Christmas Happy new fear This is the war on Christmas Your names made our shit list This is the war on Christmas Happy new fear Everyone will spread this cheer Everyone will disappear Everyone will spread this cheer Everyone will disappear Will disappear, will disappear This is the war on Christmas Your names made our shit list This is the war on Christmas Happy new fear This is the war on Christmas Your names made our shit list This is the war on Christmas Happy new fear