Tis the season for hurt and avarice.
There's a little girl crying.
Her lovely name is Alice.
Every year, Mommy goes to help Santa.
This year, Santa didn't need her help
So Santa sent other "helpers" to crush her.
He decided she wasn't a very good helper.
This year, Alice's gift is a motherless Christmas.

"Good will towards man" never meant much you see.
Christmas is just a holiday of greed.

Little Jacob won't get his truck this year.
Instead, Santa gave the money away
So some drunk could get his beer.

Someone call the cops! Robbers are afoot!
Santa can't help, he's been booked!
Oh yes! Even our noble police officers are on the look
For some easy steal of a treat!

Ever wonder why Santa's outfit is so red?
Well, my, my, my! Isn't THIS the season for dread.

Children are crying.
Parents in the malls are dying.
But have no fear,
Santa's almost here!

Let's rejoice! Let's all sing!
Never mind those who are suffering!
Never mind electrical fires,
The lights are so bright!
We're all going down in this Christmas plight!

Is this a dream?
Can it be real?
Yes! We've all got our tickets for the Polar Express!
Instead of happy little elves, we all shall see
A fiery world created by thee!
Don't you all know,
Can't you all tell,
We're all going straight to Christmas Hell!
Tis the season for "good will towards man"
But we all screw up time and time again.
Tis the season for lies and pain,
And everyone in this world should be ashamed!