It must be loud

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© rootshell
Bad Santa

on donner on blitzen on thrasher

i died not too long ago
only to be reborn

blessings in the memory
and also my thorn

i recall a letter
from a naughty boy
asking for the pleasures
in the form of a toy

yeah
my north pole is always north

when you and i cannot agree
you get a lump of coal
sliding down your chimney
for that rock n roll

underneath your mistletoe
milk and cookies for me
deck your halls just like a pro
just don't tell daddy

jump in my sleigh tonight
jump in my sleigh tonight

visions of my sugar plums
underneath your tree
lots of presents come get you some
my gifts are plenty

do you recall that letter
written on that eve
from the mind of a dirty boy
i bet you guessed it was me