Cause I feel like killing myself for Christmas
I never got along real well with my mum or dad
Hey I feel like killing myself for Christmas
It’ll be the best, the best, the best Christmas they ever had

I could slice my wrist but you know it’ll only get real messy
(Look at the mess you made)
I could shoot myself but you know they would never recognize me
(That’s not my boy, that’s not him)
I'm gonna take that mistletoe
And hang myself from the Christmas tree
(That Christmas tree [bad word] out of you're pocket money)

Cause I feel like killing myself for Christmas
And before I go, I think I’ll hijack a mall
And tell your kids, there’s no such thing as Santa
(You know you where an accident)
And before I go,
(I blame your mother)
I’ll steal your credit cards and max ‘em out
Before you know, I’m buying porno
Cause that’s all I want anyway
(That's how kool aid's supposed to taste, drink it, drink it, DRINKT IT!)

Cause we feel like killing ourselves for Christmas
We never got along real well with our mums and dads
Yea We feel like killing ourselves for Christmas
(You're all asleep, do it)
It’ll be the best, the best, the best Christmas day they ever had
(That's right!)

Cause we feel like killing ourselves for Christmas
We never got along real well with our mums and dads
Yea We feel like killing ourselves for Christmas
It’ll be the best, the best, the best, (Merry Christmas) the best, the best, the best (Merry Christmas), the fu**in best Christmas they ever had

Bum bum bu bum GO FU**IN DIE!!!
(But I don’t wanna die this year, that was last year...)