Merry Fucking Christmas - The Mr. T Experience

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