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Hey I'm Joseph, that's right; Jesus his dad!
Talking from heaven; ofcourse I'm long dead
Sharing with you that what's never been said
Changing your view on Christmas; don't get mad
I tell you; it was so fucked up!
Nothing holy or poetic to see
I tell you; it was so fucked up!
And when you would have been there you'd agree
I tell you; it was so fucked up!
Birthscenes are never quite yummie to me
Believe everything that doesn't ruin your feast
All believe they know how it did occur
But know about the real smell and image at least
The truth of blood, sweat and donkey manure
And those three kings; these self proclaimed wise men
Next time be wiser; stay home when you can
Because although you claim to be a fan
Three big dudes, small stable; not a good plan...
I tell you; it was so fucked up!
Nothing holy or poetic to see
I tell you; it was so fucked up!
And when you would have been there you'd agree
I tell you; it was so fucked up!
Birthscenes are never quite yummie to me
Believe everything that doesn't ruin your feast
All believe they know how it did occur
But know about the real smell and image at least
The truth of blood, sweat and donkey manure
But who am I to say what people should believe?
In history I might be the one most naive
Believing my wife did immaculate conceive
Why would she or that dude in the closet deceive?!
I tell you; it was so fucked up!
Nothing holy or poetic to see
I tell you; it was so fucked up!
Just lots of internal human debris
it was so fucked up!
...I tell you;
it was so fucked up!
...I tell you;
it was so fucked up!
...I tell you;
it was so fucked up!
...I tell you;
it was so fucked up!