Cause I feel like killing myself for Christmas I never got along real well with my mom or dad Hey I feel like killing myself for Christmas It’ll be the best, the best, the best Christmas day we ever had
I could slice my wrist but you know it’ll only get real messy (Look at the mess you made) I could shoot myself but you know they would never recognize me (That’s not my boy, that’s not him) I can take that mistletoe And hang myself from the Christmas tree (That Christmas tree is coming out of your parking money)
Cause I feel like killing myself for Christmas And before I go, I think I’ll unjack them all And tell all your kids that there’s no such thing as Santa (You know you where an accident, blame your mother) And before I go, I’ll steal your credit cards and max ‘em out Before you know, I’m buying porno Cause that’s all I want anyway
Cause we feel like killing our self’s for Christmas We never got along real well with our moms or dads Yea We feel like killing our self’s for Christmas It’ll be the best, the best, the best Christmas day we ever had
Cause we feel like killing our self’s for Christmas We never got along real well with our moms or dads Yea We feel like killing our self’s for Christmas It’ll be the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best Christmas day we ever had
Bum bum bu bum GO FU**IN DIE!!! (But I don’t wanna die this year, that was last year)