CHRISTMAS EVE MASSACRE IN THE DEAD LAND
A Christmas Eve party
A bitter husband dressed as Santa
Went on a shopping spree
A shooting spree for Satan
His family’s home ablaze in Christmas light
Flooded out when an eight year old girl
Opened the door to Saint Nick
But instead of his holiness
She met his “nic” named Insanity
Receiving quite a large gift
He shot her cold in the face
Then sprayed the fleeing guests
With his fertile fluid of death
And the house went down into the flames
Satan’s slaughter was done
And inferno had touched the earth
On the other side of the manger
Where no real kings ever come
Christmas is always a special time
Special even in the Dead Land
Everyone wants to get something
No one wants to be left out in the cold
Not even in Hell
No one wants to be left out
Not in the cold with the beasts
Alone with Satan
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