A christmas message from the masters of DIY punk
Lyrics
Christmas is coming,
the goose is getting fat
Everybody thinks you’re great,
but you’re a silly twat
Giving all your presents
From here to Timbuctoo
Parents buy their children’s love
It’s all the fuckin’ fault of you
Greed is on the rampage,
Sense is reindeer dust
We’ve gotta spend our savings
Coz Santa says we must
It’s christmas in the afternoon
It’s only half past two
But Mum and Dad are fighting
And it’s all the fuckin’ fault of you
So now we’re in the poorhouse
Our happiness all gone
My fam-i-ly is broken
We’ve finished all the fun
The bailiffs took our life away
There’s nothing left to do
Coz Daddy’s hanging from the tree
It’s all the fuckin’ same to you
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