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The sweet sounds of the Holidays
I stare at the reflection in the mirror
can’t help but nod at the silly bastard
survived another year
with all the shit you’ve smoked and poked
it should have buried you years ago
I see the secret in that devilish smile
It’s those damn bells
the Salvation Army bells that drive you to the point of insanity
with every smiling prick that asks the same fucking question
with each trip in and out of the store
“do you care to give today”
I look forward to these words throughout the year
yes crazy as it sounds, this keeps me alive
I tell myself you’re going to make it another year
just to see their faces
ohhh the joy of it
when you say no mother fucker I don’t want to give today
stop ringing that irritating bell before I shove it up your ass
and just before I walk away, I say happy holidays
be blessed
can’t help but nod at the silly bastard
survived another year
with all the shit you’ve smoked and poked
it should have buried you years ago
I see the secret in that devilish smile
It’s those damn bells
the Salvation Army bells that drive you to the point of insanity
with every smiling prick that asks the same fucking question
with each trip in and out of the store
“do you care to give today”
I look forward to these words throughout the year
yes crazy as it sounds, this keeps me alive
I tell myself you’re going to make it another year
just to see their faces
ohhh the joy of it
when you say no mother fucker I don’t want to give today
stop ringing that irritating bell before I shove it up your ass
and just before I walk away, I say happy holidays
be blessed
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