[Intro – spoken, low-pass filtered, ominous, close-mic] You hear that? Nah. Shut the fuck up and listen. [Verse 1 – rapid, spoken] Credit cards bleeding through poor holey pockets Christmas lights freeze in empty eye sockets Stomping through the land mines and BOGO traps Clocking overtime for a wreath made of scraps You want wonder? Gonna pay a pretty penny You want peace? Better guzzle down the Henny Every window has an ad, every ad plays a song Every song a pied piper stringing everyone along But if you nick it from the shelf, piggy elf gonna rat to the owners, the investors, neo-fascist techno-crats. Garlands round the wrists, round the feet, round the throat Suffocating solitary, sacrificial scapegoat [Hook – chant-like, ominous, restrained] Silver bells — Silver bells — Jingle jingle go the keys as they lock you in the cell Silver bells — Silver bells — Hear ’em ring, hear 'em scream as they drag you down to hell [Verse 2 – rapid, spoken] Kids are writin' to a Nicholas and postage is a buck Budgets tighten, Ebenezer doesn't give a Christmas fuck Gotta squeeze blood money from every passerby Gotta data-mine the suckers 'til the well runs dry People walking by me, putting up a cheery smile But their jaw clenches up, and they choke back bile Cuz the season is the reason I'm not buyin' what they're sellin'. If honesty's a crime, then I'd rather be a felon And the corner near fifth has the Army's Salvation saying "fuck trans kids", "Hail the all-white nation!" They have their thirty silver, and their soul is bound, But I'd rather spill my guts than listen to the sound [Hook – chant-like, ominous, restrained] Of silver bells — Silver bells — Jingle jingle go the keys as they lock you in the cell Silver bells — Silver bells — Hear ’em ring, hear 'em scream as they drag you down to hell [Verse 3 – low, spoken, menacing calm] I can't get the fuck to sleep because the houses all in rows Have their lights blinking brighter than rudolph's fucking nose Fuck the green, fuck the red, but if you run that red light, You know ICE is gonna ice your fucking ass tonight. Green light go means buy, buy, buy, Red light stop means die, bitch, die. If you can't spend the money, then don't do the crime, If you can't do it now, then you don't got time. This shit, it permeates my brain, and it makes me want to scream, because this holiday orgy is just bursting at the seams, Reindeer huddle by the window to watch a Christmas fuck: someone else with the Misses makes Santa Claus a cuck. [Pre-Hook – rapid-fire chant, escalating intensity, breathless] He's sitting in the corner, letting Krampus have his way, opens up his golden belt buckle and begins to play [Hook – chant-like, ominous, restrained] with his silver bells — Silver bells — Jingle jingle go the keys as they lock you in the cell Silver bells — Silver bells — Hear ’em ring, hear 'em scream as they drag you down to hell [Verse 4 – rapid, spoken] I ain't seen snow on Christmas since the aughts Becuase the planet's fucking burning so the rich can buy yachts The kids huddle in school behind a desk for a drill Because the fucking NRA would rather they be killed Than let a single bloody penny that they no longer make Slip out of their coffers from their Holiday take, Buy a shotgun, buy a rifle, buy an AK-47, You can celebrate the holiday with Jesus up in heaven Michael's belting at the rink, Mariah's shrieking in the mall, Bing is crooning, Eartha's swooning, Chuck is banging on the wall, Brenda tries to give him cover with a rockin' christmas tree, But Kringle has the key, and he'll never let them free. [Pause for breath before the eruption] [Pre-Hook – spoken, sudden acceleration, quadruple-time, maximum syllable density] Gotta buy it gotta have it gotta see it gotta need it gotta wrap it gotta bag it gotta give it gotta get it wanna take it wanna grab it wanna nick it wanna steal it wanna keep it wanna hold it wanna squeeze it wanna choke it gotta chuck it gotta drop it gotta ditch it gotta lose it gotta tear it gotta rip it gotta shred it gotta smash it Gonna break it gonna fake it gonna hit it gonna quit it gonna burn it gonna wreck it - GODDAMMIT THEN, FUCK IT [Final Hook – chant-like, ominous, restrained] Silver bells — Silver bells — Jingle jingle go the keys as they lock you in the cell Silver bells — Silver bells — Hear ’em ring, hear 'em scream as they drag you down to hell Silver bells — Silver bells — Jingle jingle go the keys as they lock me in the cell Silver bells — Silver bells — Hear me ring, hear me scream I'll see you all in hell [Outro – spoken, exhausted, stripped-back instrumental] Blood on the sidewalk from this fucking crime scene they call a holiday
