Slayin' at Christmas

It doesn't snow much in Hathian, "Plenty of white powder though", It might get a little cooler but still humid as hell. On these streets where Santa doesn't dare to go. His Reindeer might get stolen, His big sack of presents gets grabbed, The girls on Bourbon singing "Ho Ho Ho", As Santa is beaten up, Beard torn off, And stabbed. Have a happy Hathian Christmas, Or maybe it'll be miserable this year, End up next to Santa in H-G-H, He's on life support, Whilst the thieves sell off the Reindeer, Maybe he'll have better luck, In the ghostly ancient halls of C-U, Least the students might not kill him, And he'll be able to see, His Christmas mission through, But sorry swamp rats, He's totally skipping out on Laveau. It's getting dark this time of year, It's always dark at home, Hathian thrives on misery, And tears, This town's got no Christmas cheer. But we try and fill the hole. Parties and decorations, Sex and drugs and rock'n'roll, We're slayin' you at Christmas, Like Robin Hood handing out all the gifts, We stole. We've only got each other, In this microcosm where we exist, Peace is what we all hope for, Maybe love if we're lucky as a Christmas gift. So from the Slayers, To you, Have a happy Hathian Christmas, I hope we make it, We really do. It's getting dark this time of year, It's always dark at home, Hathian thrives on misery, And tears, This town's got no Christmas cheer. But we try and fill the hole. Parties and decorations, Sex and drugs and rock'n'roll, We're slayin' you at Christmas, Like Robin Hood handing out all the gifts, We stole.