Stocking Envy (feat. Trillianna)

Gotta slip my jammies on Slip my jammies on Slip those motherfucking pink fleece jammies on Gotta slip my jammies on Slip my jammies on Slip those motherfucking pink fleece jammies on Every Christmas morning for the last 7 years I wake up filled with fear Nothing else could more grind my gears Than seeing my stocking on the fireplace It's not terribly small but then you see my sister's If you cut your skin with knife, careful not to blister When she leaves for college I will certainly not miss her Maybe if i take her stocking I won't have to whisper I want socks for Christmas just like other girls Just like the rest of the world But me I need stockings for Christmas Cover me toe to head Santa is not yet dead He's free Merry fucking Christmas to me to me Merry fucking Christmas to me to me Merry fucking Christmas to me to me Every Christmas morning for the last 7 years My sister brings me to tears She says that she loves me but behind closed doors She told mom that I dressed like a whore At the dinner table everyone holds hands and pray I wish she’d go away Then the conversation shifts to her total delight To what she got in her stocking last night She just got socks for Christmas, just like other girls She wears them around like they’re a trophy I got a fucking Archie magazine and mechanical pencil lead Santa is not yet dead; he’s free