Satan Clause

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Every year the same shit
Every new year the same I'm so sick
Don't you think I got better things to do than read your stupid letters?

So fuck your wishes
I swear this is the last year
I jump down your chimney

I am broken
I swear I'm leaving this business
Maybe I got up on the wrong side of the bed
And maybe i just found out that I'm bad

Evil, dangerous and mad
I'm the devil in person
Coming straight outta hell

My real name is Satan Clause and
I'm the cause that you can't sleep at night
Let the Christmas Tree burn

(to be continued...)

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