(I'll Kill You) Next Christmas Lyrics

The mistletoe is hanging

I don't even know its crime

The sacred heart of Baby Jesus

Is beating out the Yuletime

The endless vapid TV ads

Make me want to die

We've shared a million holidays

Naughty, nice, and fly

And if this year was you being nice

I'd hate to see the other guy

So one more for the roses!

I'm gonna kill you next Christmas

So enjoy this year

Cuz next year I'm killing you

Toodle-oo my queen, my dear

In the meantime, fill up your glass

I hope it's brims with good cheer

Cuz next year, at about this time

On a midnight clear

You will disappear

So ring dem bells and chime them chimes

You're only born so many times

Your Christmas list is lacking

In specificity

The only thing you seem to want

Is the opposite of me

Every day the darkness comes

Plugging angels from on high

We've shared a million holidays

Naughty, nice, and fly

And if this year was you being nice

I'd hate to see the other guy

So one more for the roses!

I'm gonna kill you next Christmas

So enjoy this year

Cuz next year I'm killing you

Toodle-oo my queen, my dear

In the meantime, fill up your glass

I hope it's brims with good cheer

Cuz next year, at about this time

On a midnight clear

You will disappear

One more year of jingle rock

Then say hello to my little glock