Lyrics Merry Fucking Christmas - The Mr. T Experience

Merry Fucking Christmas

I hear bells in the end of the town
I guess Santa is coming around
I hear children in joy
And the streets are covered in snow
I hear mother, she’s callin' my name
Look at Santa, my boy, it’s okay
But I don’t wanna see
'Cause I know he ain’t comin' for me
'Cause my cat is covered in plastic
And all of my friends are afraid
They say that I’m pretty satanic
But Santa would know, I am a bad boy
I think Christmas is built on a lie
I wish Santa could fall down and die
I think gifts is the concept for rich families
I wish Santa could fall from the sky
Merry fucking Christmas, everyone
Santa knows what you have done
He will get you little boy, you better run
He’s a vicious little devil with his eyes on me
'Cause I have been a bad boy, you see
Merry fucking Christmas, everyone
Get around and bring your guns
If there’s something in the sky you shoot it down
He’s a vicious little devil and his time has come
And we will make that fat bastard run
(Hoo, hoo, hoo, motherfuckers!)
I think Christmas is built on a lie
I wish Santa could fall down and die
I think gifts is the concept for rich families
I wish Santa could fall from the sky
I think Christmas is built on a lie
I wish Santa could fall down and die
I think gifts is the concept for rich families
I wish Santa could fall from the sky
Holy Santa’s coming to town
Gather around and we will shoot him down
Holy Santa’s coming to town
Gather around and we will shoot him down
Holy Santa’s coming to town
Gather around and we will shoot him down