He’s the president of dumps
Victim of involving economy got bunked off the Assembly line
and he feels like a chump
Wonder how he’s gonna bring turkey for the giving and presents for the receiving
This sucks, one day if Obama has to go without
Explaining to his children how Santa must’ve missed a route
I don’t think so, he’s much too proud
To admit defeat or even accept handouts
So he tells his wife that everything panned out
At the plant and christmas is on his plan
Tears of joy fill her eyes, but inside
He feels even worse for lying and he wants to die
He pretends to go to work everyday
But he’s not going to work, he’s just wasting away
In the front seat of a parking lot up the street
Where he punches his steering wheel repeatedly saying «Why me?»

Sometimes it gets real hard
When you got no money and you got no job
And you got no reason to be celebratin’
And it seems like you’re in a hopeless situation
(Like Christmas Gloom)
Sometimes it gets real hard
When you got no money and you got no job
And you got no reason to be celebratin’
And it seems like you’re in a hopeless situation
(Like Christmas Gloom)

Got the headlights turned off, the radio, too
With the garage door closed so we get all the fumes
Windows down so the exhaust gets through
And all the windshield, man, fuck it, Christmas, too
This is my gift to the bitch that ruined it all
Fuck Monoxide, this is straight from Paul
I probably should have seen all the writing all on the wall
But it’s beginning with the cell phones calls didn’t deminish
Didn’t have a job? So what? Your work buddy’s
Just one of the many people you was putting above me
I was thinking that you love me but when really it was a laughable situation
So now I’m ugly in this with your face (I think?)
Case of point in a minute you’ll be dead
And then an hour after that all of your family’s comin’ in
And then an hour after that it’s on the evening news
That the Christmas Blues was the reason I killed you

Blaze:
?
She said momma gotta pay the bills
More mouths to feed in a house upon a hill
Husband now reserved in the army and was gone and
Two months ago at night when he was sleeping
He was a medic in the army and a doctor in the state
Light was the oyster with money to take a taste
Take a page out the book, live happily ever after
Til a phone call turned to see a man into disaster
Was a sergeant of the army on the ether end
Said he had a little level nice on her husband
Grace yourself, ma’am, Take a seat
Your husband has died in service of the country
We will send his remains and his personal affects
To his last residence, I think that’s your address
So she’s out gambling to help her forget
That she hasn’t told her kids that their father’s dead yet

Song video Twiztid – Sad Christmas Song

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