| Well, you promised to take me to town
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| In that old carriage hearse you found
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| Well, I’m lonesome, with nowhere to be
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| Just this old sleeping dog and me
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| And the tinsel hangs in the window
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| Candy canes strung on a tree
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| Well, it’s Christmas, the snow’s falling down
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| On this shit eating country town
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| Well, it’s getting hard to pretend
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| That the new Great Depression will end
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| Or I’ll save up more than a buck
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| But I truly don’t give a fuck
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| Hear the brainwashed candidates howling
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| See their worlds radiant with fear
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| Well, it’s Christmas 2015
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| In this shit eating corporate dream
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| Let us toast to Grandpa Felice
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| And all of the others deceased
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| To the blizzard flickering the light
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| And turning their graves to white
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| See the ghostly reindeer dashing
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| With their bells in the perilous night
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| Well, it’s Christmas, and the power is down
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| In this beautiful country town |