[Verse 1] Summer’s barely over, and the tinsel storms the block, Window dressings are displaying every sticker shock. Streetlights flip to festive like a glitch inside the grid, Decorating the houses earlier than they ever did. [Pre-Chorus] I keep dodging the sparkle and the well rehearsed delight, But the soundtrack is haunting my dreams deep into the night. [Chorus] The pressure, the pageants, the prepackaged joy, The nonsense and noise engineered to annoy, The mistletoe dangled by the desperate for a kiss— Ohhh— Merry Fucking Christmas, Merry Fucking Christmas. [Verse 2] Every speaker plays the song they’ve been looping since 1994, Ancient vinyl ghosts returning like a tax you can’t ignore. Burnt-out cashiers drowning under customers who roar, Goodwill an ambush in a pop-up season war. [Pre-Chorus] I keep scrubbing every jingle from the margins of my day, But it shadows every errand like a toll I have to pay. [Chorus] The traffic, the shopping, the joy you must fake, The crowds and the chaos you can never shake, Everyone preaching about the holiday bliss— Ohhh— Merry Fucking Christmas, Merry Fucking Christmas. [Verse 3] Snow-machine illusions paint a picture-perfect reel, Postcard expectations drilling how we’re mandated to feel. Wallets drain for tradition, that inherited ordeal, Debt dressed up as merriment they swear will make you heal. [Pre-Chorus] I’m just counting down the seconds till the static finally ends, Till the lights go back in boxes and the silence makes amends. [Chorus] The gifting, the greedy, the pressure rush, The deadlines coated in peppermint dust, One more round of cheer I choose to dismiss— Ohhh— Merry Fucking Christmas, Merry Fucking Christmas. [Bridge] No sleigh-bell revelation, no salvation in the snow, Just a franchise selling wonder wrapped with a big red bow. They say the magic feeds the soul if you let the music in, But the season leaves its marking like a stamp beneath the skin. [Final Chorus to fade out with hard cutoff] The memories they market, the myths they insist, A forced celebration you’d rather resist, One final snarky salute to all of this— Ohhh— Merry Fucking Christmas, Merry Fucking Christmas. Merry Fucking Christmas.
