| Armed to the teeth, jackboots on our feet
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| As we kick in your front door
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| Setting fire to the tree, all the presents beneath
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| Are destroyed, you
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| whores
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| Up head
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| flying, the children will be cryin'
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| Tryna knock on your doors
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| But not enough if you all buy it
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| So this
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| Merry Christmas, this means war
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| This is the war on Christmas
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| Your name’s made our shitlist
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| This is the war on Christmas
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| Happy new fear
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| Armed to the teeth, jackboots on our feet
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| As we kick in your front door
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| So it’s time to choose the feelings, tell you what to believe in
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| white as snow
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| There will be no relief in the pain you all feel
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| Merry Christmas, this means war
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| This is the war on Christmas
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| Your name’s made our shitlist
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| This is the war on Christmas
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| Happy new fear
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| This is the war on Christmas
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| Your name’s made our shitlist
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| This is the war on Christmas
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| Happy new fear
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| Everyone will spread this cheer
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| Everyone will disappear
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| Everyone will spread this cheer
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| Everyone will disappear
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| Will disappear, will disappear
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| This is the war on Christmas
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| Your name’s made our shitlist
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| This is the war on Christmas
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| Happy new fear
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| This is the war on Christmas
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| Your name’s made our shitlist
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| This is the war on Christmas
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| Happy new fear |