(Intro - Immediate, raw, distorted guitar riff hits with heavy, chugging downstrokes. Drums explode into a frantic, non-stop beat. A single, out-of-tune sleigh bell jingles mockingly.) (Gm) (Eb) (Bb) (F) (Yelled, quickly, with a sneer): HO! HO! HO! GO TO HELL! (Verse 1) (Gm) Another year, another forced, fake smile and a cheer (Eb) Gotta pretend to be happy, gotta pretend to feel no fear (Bb) The mall's a madhouse, the traffic's a fucking nightmare and a mess (F) And everyone's selling joy, wrapped in a cheap, consumer dress! (Gm) I hate the carols, hate the fake snow, hate the forced fucking glee (Eb) Just give me a pint and a dark corner where nobody can see me (Bb) They talk about peace on earth, but they're shoving each other for the last damn toy (F) This isn't happiness, this is just corporate decoy and joy! (Gm) The TV's playing specials, all the sentimental lies that they feed (Eb) While outside the window, the cold reality sows its seed (Bb) So deck the halls with disillusion, hang the tinsel with despair (F) THIS IS MISFIT CHRISTMAS! AND I JUST DON'T FUCKING CARE! (Pre-Chorus - The guitar riff gets louder and more chaotic. The vocal shifts to a sustained, raw scream, full of cynical energy.) (Eb) YOU WANT ME TO SING! YOU WANT ME TO JOIN IN THE LIES! (Bb) I'M SCREAMING THE TRUTH! WITH PUNK ROCK IN MY EYES! (F) NO MISTLETOE! NO CANDY CANE DREAMS! (Gm) JUST CHAOS AND FEEDBACK! AND ANARCHY SCREAMS! (Chorus - Maximum vocal intensity. Drums are a punishing, non-stop blur. The guitar is raw and explosive. Gang vocals join the shouted lines.) (Gm) (Eb) (Bb) (F) (SHOUTED): MISFIT CHRISTMAS BLITZ! Yeah, the season is OVERLOAD! (Gm) (Eb) (Bb) (F) ANTI-HOLIDAY HIT! This is the anti-Christmas CODE! (Gm) (Eb) (Bb) (F) I HATE IT! I LOVE IT! I'm screaming at the TOP OF MY LUNGS! (Gm) (Eb) (Bb) (F) MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS! TO EVERYONE! (Verse 2) (Gm) The family's all gathering, forcing conversations so damn dry (Eb) Asking about my job, asking about the reasons why I try (Bb) I nod and smile and choke down the turkey and the stuffing and the pie (F) Wishing I was anywhere else, beneath a different fucking sky! (Gm) But then a weird thing happens, a moment of genuine light in the mess (Eb) A twisted smile, a shared eye-roll at the total stress and distress (Bb) Maybe it's the cheap beer, maybe it's the lack of sleep that I get (F) But even a punk rocker can't entirely forget the bet on family. (Pre-Chorus - Building back to peak cynical energy.) (Eb) YOU WANT ME TO SING! YOU WANT ME TO JOIN IN THE LIES! (Bb) I'M SCREAMING THE TRUTH! WITH PUNK ROCK IN MY EYES! (F) NO MISTLETOE! NO CANDY CANE DREAMS! (Gm) JUST CHAOS AND FEEDBACK! AND ANARCHY SCREAMS! (Chorus - Final, overwhelming, brutal assault. Maximum noise and speed.) (Gm) (Eb) (Bb) (F) (SHOUTED): MISFIT CHRISTMAS BLITZ! Yeah, the season is OVERLOAD! (Gm) (Eb) (Bb) (F) ANTI-HOLIDAY HIT! This is the anti-Christmas CODE! (Gm) (Eb) (Bb) (F) I HATE IT! I LOVE IT! I'm screaming at the TOP OF MY LUNGS! (Gm) (Eb) (Bb) (F) MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS! TO EVERYONE! (Outro - The band crashes into a final, chaotic, extremely fast riff, fading out with the sound of a distorted, crashing sleigh full of jingle bells.) (Gm) (Eb) (Bb) (F) (SCREAMED): MISFIT! BLITZ! NOW! (Gm) (Eb) (Bb) (F) (Final chaotic crash and distorted jingle bells cut off sharply.)
