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02:46
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"Dear Father Christmas,
I only ask one thing
Father Christmas,
Please erase
My search history
Neither of us wants any trouble
But I can make your life a misery
Light a fire under your sleigh
To your dismay
I'll unravel the secrets of your mystery
What are the tax arrangements
For your offshore operation?
Where are the papers
For your workers
In your snow-capped factory?
Did you send them up the chimney?
Father Christmas,
I trust you will oblige."
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I'm driving home
For the Apocalypse - oh!
You know it's something I could never miss, no,
Not for the end of the world!
I'm coming home
For the Apocalypse, oh!
To the word on everybody's lips,
'You'd best believe it's coming true,
While there's still room pull up a pew!'
I can't wait
'Til we're gathered round that fire
Talking about the old days
Wipe away a sulphur tear
I can hardly see you through the haze
It's getting hot
Since that portal opened up,
Watch you don't fall down that hole!
They're boiling bones
For primordial soup,
Won't you stick around for a bowl?
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This town it runs on Christmas
I guess it's good for business
But I don't know
These days I spend
Trudging through the snow,
Wondering what's so
'ho ho ho'?
This town it runs like clockwork
My duty I must not shirk
But I can't see
Past the end of my red nose
And feel
Free.
Will it ever be
So?
I'm seeing red from when I get out of bed
'Til when lay down my head each fall of night.
Chairman Claus is on the wall
Watchful eye over us all!
Targets must be met
Or your pay you can forget!
And the long road home
Is yours alone
Endless rows of things in red
How does it fit into that sled?
I don't want to know
(I just want to go home)
There was a time when all was fine
Demand did not outstrip supply
We were happy with our lot
They were happy what they got
And all this time
I do it for you...
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Holidays in Hades
04:35
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I'm wintering in Hades
No ifs, no buts, no maybes
I've had it with the snow
I should have done it long ago
I'm going south for winter
But don't you tell a sinner
I'm loading up the sleigh
I don't care if it's one way
Holidays in Hades
Hanging out with Hermes
And the rulers of the Underworld
I will get my kicks
By the banks of the Styx
Make my home among the dead
Orpheus will bring his lyre
We will gather round the pyre
Stay up singing songs
Pour libations 'til we're gone
Holidays in Hades...
I'll be living the dream
I'll be sure to pack my suncream
I hear it's hot as hell
Bring it on, it sounds just swell
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Comrade Hat Londonderry, UK
Old Gods, Vol. 1 - Out Now
Comrade Hat is Neil Burns when he writes songs.
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