Tom Waits and Peter Murphy - "Christmas Sucks"
(if you have a mp3 of this song. PLEASE send it to me, for years I have been unable to locate the mp3 >.<)
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Oh, give me a noose I can hang from the tree,
I need no excuse to end my misery,
This holiday season is all the more reason to die.
Oh pull up a stool and adhere to a fool,
Who once found some solace in the season of yule,
This holiday season is all the more reason to cry.
I put on my mittens, one green and one red,
And I walk alone where they bury the dead,
The snow falls as I grieve, It's a gothic, death rot Christmas Eve.
The bottle is empty, the sleigh has a flat,
The stripper in my bed is ugly and fat,
Her tassles are tangled, And what's worse, my jingle won't jangle.
This time of the year makes me sick to my guts,
All this good cheer is a pain in the nuts,
Why nix your career to be down in the dumps,
Tidings of comfort and joy really suck.
I feel like St. Nicholas is pulling my leg,
This thing we call Christmas is a sorry black plague,
This holiday season is all the more reason to die
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Oh, give me a noose I can hang from the tree,
I need no excuse to end my misery,
This holiday season is all the more reason to die.
Oh pull up a stool and adhere to a fool,
Who once found some solace in the season of yule,
This holiday season is all the more reason to cry.
I put on my mittens, one green and one red,
And I walk alone where they bury the dead,
The snow falls as I grieve, It's a gothic, death rot Christmas Eve.
The bottle is empty, the sleigh has a flat,
The stripper in my bed is ugly and fat,
Her tassles are tangled, And what's worse, my jingle won't jangle.
This time of the year makes me sick to my guts,
All this good cheer is a pain in the nuts,
Why nix your career to be down in the dumps,
Tidings of comfort and joy really suck.
I feel like St. Nicholas is pulling my leg,
This thing we call Christmas is a sorry black plague,
This holiday season is all the more reason to die