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Outside The Caroler's
Start To Sing
I Can't Describe
The Joy They Bring
'Cause Joy Is Something
They Don't Bring Me
My Girlfriend Is By My Side
From The Roof Are Hanging
Sickles Of Ice
Their Whiny Voices
Get Irritating
It's Christmas Time Again
So I Stand With
A Dead Smile On My Face
Wondering How Much
Of My Time They'll Waste
Oh, God, I Hate
These Satan's Helpers
And Then I Guess
I Must've Snapped
Because I Grabbed
A Baseball Bat
And Made Them
All Run For Shelter
It's Christmas Time
It's Time To Be Nice
To The People
You Can't Stand
All Year
I'm Growing Tired
Of All This Christmas Cheer
You People Scare Me
Please Stay Away
From My Home
If You Don't Wanna
Bring Me Down
Just Leave The Presents
And Then Leave Me Alone
Well I Guess It's Not Cool
To Freak On Christmas Eve
'Cause The Cops
Came And Arrested Me
They Had An Unfair
Advantage
And Even Though The Jail
Didn't Have A Tree
Christmas Came A Night Early
'Cause A Guy Named Bubba
Unwrapped My Package
(Hot Damn)
It's Christmas Time
It's Time To Be Nice
To The People
You Can't Stand
All Year
I'm Growing Tired
Of All This Christmas Cheer
You People Scare Me
Please Stay Away
From My Home
If You Don't Wanna
Bring Me Down
Just Leave The Presents
And Then Leave Me Alone
I Won't Be Home
I Won't Be Home For Christmas
I Won't Be Home
I Won't Be Home For Christmas
(Please Post My Bail)
I Won't Be Home
I Won't Be Home For Christmas
I Won't Be Home
I Won't Be Home For Christmas
I Won't Be Home
I Won't Be Home For Christmas
I Won't Be Home
I Won't Be Home For Christmas