Oh Christmas tree..

My friend wants to take a bit,
Party, Go right off her tit,
Get totally fucking lit,
Like a Christmas tree.

I say “I won’t touch that shit,
Not even the smallest bit,
Because I know that I will like it
Far too much you see.

And when you go too far
I don’t want to do CPR
On the floor of the latest bar
That you’ve dragged me to.”

I told her “In the ending you
Will wind up in ICU,
Face all corpse-pale-blue,
So be careful what you do.

After Christmas trees are cut
They die on Christmas day,
Then they’re burnt or thrown away,
Don’t be a Christmas tree that way.”


Drugs are baad, hmm’kaaay?
Dying is baad, hmm’kaaay?

Enjoy a safe end of year.
Hmm’kaaay?

Merry whatever…

Well here we are, it’s time again,
The festive season.
Time to hurt the ones we love,
No rhyme nor reason.

An Angel sits atop the tree,
As something to believe in.
Should e’er an angel come to earth,
May my heart unfreeze then.

If we all got gifts our deeds deserve,
Not rewards just for believing,
There’d be no need to wrap them up,
You can’t hide the truth by deceiving.

Good to heaven, bad to hell?
Some have faith,
But some things
You can’t buy or sell.

We all find what we need to believe,
Don’t need a reason.
I only have faith in what I can see,
Enjoy plastic season.