Chimney

Ho ho ho and a bottle of rum Santa swallows it and polishes it off with a blunt Mrs. Claus done left him for Jack Frost And everyone else is bout to get the fucking jack pot? Nah He is not delivering your presents He goes round the world and not one person stops to thank him for a second So this Christmas, he's gonna blow his head into sections He's sick of puking up peppermint schnapps to fight the depression But you know, that Santa's going out with a bang He takes a sleigh ride to Jack Frost's house with a mag He popped him right in the cap, put him down in a flash Then shoves a blade deep in Mrs. Claus' scalp as he laughs He chops her up and cuts her up into pieces then he proceeding To wrap em up in a present and give em to you this evenin' He throws some extra shit in there like mustard gas Plus a dash of cyanide mixed in a muffin stash Santa Claus is suicidal this Christmas, this Christmas So, I would not feel too entitled this Christmas, this Christmas (and he's goin) Down the chimney He's going down the chimney It's a bloody Christmas, a very bloody Christmas Fucking relentless, the death and blood and sickness He might chuck a grenade down your motherfucking chimney Mr. Claus is going on a motherfucking frenzy He might place the barrel right on your upper headpiece Then squeeze the trigger until that motherfucker's empty Death and destruction are served, clutching the burner This year Christmas is something absurd, what in the world is He doing? It starts to set in the depression, the regret and He's getting, the urge to cave his motherfucking head in So he heads back to the North Pole Vodka bottle in hand and there's blood all over his torso And tonight could not be more cold It pours snow from the sky, shit it's probably like 40 below He puts the forty to his dome and he's contemplating Squeezing that motherfucker but his arms are shaking Finally he gets the strength to do it, he touches it, bang! Bloody Santa hat in the snow with a chunk of his brain Santa Claus is suicidal this Christmas, this Christmas So, I would not feel too entitled this Christmas, this Christmas (and he's goin) Down the chimney He's going down the chimney It's a bloody Christmas, a very bloody Christmas Fucking relentless, the death and blood and sickness