Letras: U.S. Bombs. 12/25.

end of the year theyre raising my rent called in sick my money is spent buildings out side all covered in snow makin a fire the heat is on i loo out my window there a shopping cart attached to it theres a crying bum i need a road dog wheres santa claus on my last drop in stuck eating crumbs no gift december 25th no bottles empty where's st. nicolass happy fuckin year and christmas carol's a whore on the corner and a grinch is a friend of every pimp take me away for the holidays dinner in a strait jacket turkey tray and the kids who have been beat down with a stick you aint gotta take it from the family plan if ya cant get help do it all for yerself a make shift kid will be strong in the end soaking up those tears comes just once a year get someone a gift, show someone ya care