Christmas the Clean Version
I want to talk about Christmas
Or as I like to call it Buy-more-mass.
The corporations have your head in a trap
While your child sit on a creeps lap.
Every year your kids you spoil
Then sit and wonder why they're off the boil.
I think you're a fool if you can't see
Money is the real key.
Every year it's in your face
Buy this, buy that, we're running out, quick its a race.
Christ or not surely you see
Only evil this can be.
With a ho ho ho and a he he he
You gave the bankers the rest of your money.
They've turned life into a competition, who can buy the most
What do you care, you're watching Beibers roast.
It amazes me how you're coned so easily
You even get into debt knowingly.
Is your child really better off
Or does it just sit there and scoff and scoff.
Sat there staring at their screen
A whole 1 inch bigger than the last one had been.
It's all a waste of money and you know
Yet it's off to the shops you will go.
Humanity is all but dead
You sold it to a fat man in red.
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