The War On Christmas Is Over (If You Buy It)
Alright!
Armed to the teeth, jack boots on our feet
As we kick in your front door
Setting fire to the tree, all the presents beneath
And destroying you, pagan whores
Overhead drones are flying, the children will be crying
Try and lock all your doors
But not enough of you are bying
So this year you're dying
Merry Christmas, this means war
This is the war on Christmas
Your names made our shit list
This is the war on Christmas
Happy new fear
Armed to the teeth, jack boots on our feet
As we kick in your front door
So we send seasons beatings, til you are believing
Our savior is white as snow
There will be no relieving, this pain you are feeling
Merry Christmas, this means war
This is the war on Christmas
Your names made our shit list
This is the war on Christmas
Happy new fear
This is the war on Christmas
Your names made our shit list
This is the war on Christmas
Happy new fear
Everyone will spread this cheer
Everyone will disappear
Everyone will spread this cheer
Everyone will disappear
Will disappear, will disappear
This is the war on Christmas
Your names made our shit list
This is the war on Christmas
Happy new fear
This is the war on Christmas
Your names made our shit list
This is the war on Christmas
Happy new fear
