disgruntled christmas

and it's me, the man with no personality, burning down your christmas tree, blowing up bombs in the shopping mall, mistletoe is going to fall, taking shots at the caroling crowd, stupid songs sung way too loud, and they're getting dumber all the time, i really don't see why i should spare your friends, since i can't say i care if i ever see them again, you say shopping spree, i say killing spree, and i can think of christmas past, like the christmas before last, cousins, uncles, aunts, and i could act like i don't care, that all i get is underwear, i'd like to beat you on the head with that ole yule log, giving a napalm gift gives you a glow, something to burn away the freezing snow, if you just let me, and i'll be glad to tear your frosty down, i think christmas really sucks, i think christmas really sucks, i really don't see why i should spare your friends, 'cause i can't say that i care if i ever see them again, you'll be sorry, that you ever lied to me about santa claus