Brad Sucks & John Benjamin - Fuck You, Motherfucker (It's Christmas) | Текст песни

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• Brad Sucks & John Benjamin
• Fuck You, Motherfucker (It's Christmas)

Mister Market said you know I cut it fine.
The pendulum must swing both to and fro.
I have to hit the bottom line, or my bonus waves bye bye.
This hurts me to my soul. I hope you know

And so he took a euphemism in the one hand
Choked a flimsy rationale with the other
And he bravely took a stand atop a castle made of sand
Took a look around and laid off his own mother,

Saying fuck you mothefucker, it's Christmas
Stop staring at me like the Ghost of Christmas Past
I'll pause to shed a tear, but not till after the New Year
In the pageant you will be the stupid ass.

Major Major said there's nothing new to see (Please, move along!)
It's so persistent your insistence upon knowing (Nothing to see here!)
It would a favor be to me and a patriot you'd be
Just keep inhaling all the shit we're blowing.

You know the enemy, his skin is brown and black
His religion teaches him you are the Devil.
Before the reasons, we do laugh.
We swear no one will die when we attack.
We're rich, and we're in charge; we're on the level.

So, fuck you motherfucker, it's Christmas
Can we help if in the race you came in last.
I'll pause to shed a tear, but not till after the New Year.
In the pageant you will be the stupid ass.

It's a time of love and joy
For each and every boy
Whose great grandpa came from Europe
And who never tasted soy.
Freedom doesn't come free.
Some things are just necessity.
When the hard calls must be made
Try not to fill your goodwill pants with pee.

So, fuck you motherfucker, it's Christmas
Isn't my fault that you're always coming last
I'll pause to shed a tear, but not till after the New Year.
In the pageant you will be the stupid ass.