Buried By Christmas

Merry Christmas, ho ho ho
I'll be six feet under the snow
Jingle bells, along the way
I'm a dead, motherfucker and I'm counting my days
I've been too naughty, I forgot to be nice
I guess violence, is my vice
So check your list Santa and check it twice
I'm a dead motherfucker all right

I'll be buried by Christmas
I'll be buried by Christmas
I'll be buried by Christmas
I'll be buried by Christmas
I'll be buried by Christmas
I'll be buried by Christmas
I'll be buried by Christmas
I'll be buried by Christmas
Yeah, yeah

(All I want for Christmas
is a custom fit casket
with black velvet interior...
Oh yeah, and a bucket of chicken)

Seasons beatings and a jolly farewell
By Christmas Eve, I'll be rotting so well
In a one horse open sleigh
Straight to hell laughing all the way
I've been too naughty, I forgot to be nice
I guess violence, is my vice
So check your list Santa and check it twice
I'm a dead, motherfucker all right

I'll be buried by Christmas
I'll be buried by Christmas
I'll be buried by Christmas
I'll be buried by Christmas
I'll be buried by Christmas
I'll be buried by Christmas
I'll be buried by Christmas
I'll be buried by Christmas
Yeah, yeah

(solo)

(Santa, if you're out there,
and if you can hear me,
your fat ass better have me a freshly dug grave)

I'll be buried by Christmas
I'll be buried by Christmas
I'll be buried by Christmas
I'll be buried by Christmas
I'll be buried by Christmas
I'll be buried by Christmas
I'll be buried by Christmas
I'll be buried by Christmas
Yeah, yeah