| Christmas is here again filled with hope
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| The time of year to use the soap
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| A little boychild runs to open the door
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| But it leaves Him bleeding on the floor
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| Cause Father Christmas full of grace
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| Kicks the door into his face
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| It breaks his nose with the loudest sound
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| Yeah, father Christmas has come to town
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| Santa is drunk, Santa is out of control
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| Santa is drunk, Santa is out on parole
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| He doesn’t care about christmas lists
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| And snotty children makes Him pissed
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| His only interest is drinking beerHe won’t get sober, not this year
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| Santa is drunk, Santa is out of control
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| Santa is drunk, Santa is out on parole
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| Beware of Sathana Claus… Look out for Sathana Claus…
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| Look out!
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| (Chemical warfare against the soap/Stringburner)
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| With the whiskeybottle in His hand
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| He takes a bite from the family ham
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| He doesn’t notice or doesn’t care
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| And starts to shit in His underwear
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| The hairy legs turn to brown
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| His trousers changes shape
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| He laughs the family in the face
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| Cause he is not ashamed
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| Santa is drunk, Santa is out of control
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| Santa is drunk, Santa has jumped the parole
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| Christmas is over but not the booze
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| Don’t care about jail, He’s on the loose
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| Rudolf the reindeer has been shot
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| And virgin Mary was raped, that slut!
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| Take your time to heal your bones
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| You are a nervous wreck
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| But Santa knows where all of you live
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| And next year He’ll be back!
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| Santa is drunk, Santa is out of control
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| Santa is drunk, Santa has jumped the parole
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| Sathana Claus |