Chimney Lyrics

Ho ho ho and a bottle of rum

Santa swallows it and polishes it off with a blunt

Mrs. Claus done left him for Jack Frost

And everyone else is bout to get the fucking jack pot? Nah

He is not delivering your presents

He goes round the world and not one person stops to thank him for a second

So this Christmas, he's gonna blow his head into sections

He's sick of puking up peppermint schnapps to fight the depression

But you know, that Santa's going out with a bang

He takes a sleigh ride to Jack Frost's house with a mag

He popped him right in the cap, put him down in a flash

Then shoves a blade deep in Mrs. Claus' scalp as he laughs

He chops her up and cuts her up into pieces then he proceeding

To wrap em up in a present and give em to you this evenin'

He throws some extra shit in there like mustard gas

Plus a dash of cyanide mixed in a muffin stash

Santa Claus is suicidal this Christmas, this Christmas

So, I would not feel too entitled this Christmas, this Christmas (and he's goin)

Down the chimney

He's going down the chimney

It's a bloody Christmas, a very bloody Christmas

Fucking relentless, the death and blood and sickness

He might chuck a grenade down your motherfucking chimney

Mr. Claus is going on a motherfucking frenzy

He might place the barrel right on your upper headpiece

Then squeeze the trigger until that motherfucker's empty

Death and destruction are served, clutching the burner

This year Christmas is something absurd, what in the world is

He doing? It starts to set in the depression, the regret and

He's getting, the urge to cave his motherfucking head in

So he heads back to the North Pole

Vodka bottle in hand and there's blood all over his torso

And tonight could not be more cold

It pours snow from the sky, shit it's probably like 40 below

He puts the forty to his dome and he's contemplating

Squeezing that motherfucker but his arms are shaking

Finally he gets the strength to do it, he touches it, bang!

Bloody Santa hat in the snow with a chunk of his brain

Santa Claus is suicidal this Christmas, this Christmas

So, I would not feel too entitled this Christmas, this Christmas (and he's goin)

Down the chimney

He's going down the chimney

It's a bloody Christmas, a very bloody Christmas

Fucking relentless, the death and blood and sickness