Huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah, ah, ah
It's the season of cheer, but I'm here to dismantle
Fake smiles, debt piles, Christmas is a scandal
Santa's a lie, the elves are enslaved
Rudolph's out front, unpaid, overworked and depraved
Turkey's dry as a desert, grandma's wine is a flood
Uncle Bob's passed out, cider mixed with his blood
Your lights are a circus, your tree is a joke
It's a fire hazard waiting, one spark and you're smoked
Grinch mode, active, no peace, just rage
Tear the page from the book, unleash the stage
Cookies in my hand, glass milk on the floor
Christmas is a war, who's keeping the score
Carolers screaming outside my door
They sing off-key, now they're face down on the floor
Mistletoe trap, who thought that was cute
Consent doesn't pause just cause you're wearing a suit
Day parties, four smiles, cheap boots
Bet Susan from HR still got issues to lose
Gift wrap, nah, hulked up, tape it up
Here's your pair of socks, hope it fills your cup
Reindeer games, more like labor abuse
Santa's flying coach while the sleigh's got no juice
Mrs. Claus, yeah, she's sipping on gin
Cause the North Pole's sinking, it's a corporate sin
So screw your wreaths, your garlands, your snow
Christmas is a mess and we all damn know
But under the chaos there's still that spark
Of love and rebellion and a place to park
Our middle fingers to the sky, yeah, that's the twist
Merry Christmas, crow, let's burn down the list
3EyedCrow - Jingle Hell (A Festive Fury) Lyrics
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Huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah, ah, ah
It's the season of cheer, but I'm here to dismantle
Fake smiles, debt piles, Christmas is a scandal
Santa's a lie, the elves are enslaved
Rudolph's out front, unpaid, overworked and depraved
Turkey's dry as a desert, grandma's wine is a flood
Uncle Bob's passed out, cider mixed with his blood
Your lights are a circus, your tree is a joke
It's a fire hazard waiting, one spark and you're smoked
Grinch mode, active, no peace, just rage
Tear the page from the book, unleash the stage
Cookies in my hand, glass milk on the floor
Christmas is a war, who's keeping the score
Carolers screaming outside my door
They sing off-key, now they're face down on the floor
Mistletoe trap, who thought that was cute
Consent doesn't pause just cause you're wearing a suit
Day parties, four smiles, cheap boots
Bet Susan from HR still got issues to lose
Gift wrap, nah, hulked up, tape it up
Here's your pair of socks, hope it fills your cup
Reindeer games, more like labor abuse
Santa's flying coach while the sleigh's got no juice
Mrs. Claus, yeah, she's sipping on gin
Cause the North Pole's sinking, it's a corporate sin
So screw your wreaths, your garlands, your snow
Christmas is a mess and we all damn know
But under the chaos there's still that spark
Of love and rebellion and a place to park
Our middle fingers to the sky, yeah, that's the twist
Merry Christmas, crow, let's burn down the list
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah, ah, ah
It's the season of cheer, but I'm here to dismantle
Fake smiles, debt piles, Christmas is a scandal
Santa's a lie, the elves are enslaved
Rudolph's out front, unpaid, overworked and depraved
Turkey's dry as a desert, grandma's wine is a flood
Uncle Bob's passed out, cider mixed with his blood
Your lights are a circus, your tree is a joke
It's a fire hazard waiting, one spark and you're smoked
Grinch mode, active, no peace, just rage
Tear the page from the book, unleash the stage
Cookies in my hand, glass milk on the floor
Christmas is a war, who's keeping the score
Carolers screaming outside my door
They sing off-key, now they're face down on the floor
Mistletoe trap, who thought that was cute
Consent doesn't pause just cause you're wearing a suit
Day parties, four smiles, cheap boots
Bet Susan from HR still got issues to lose
Gift wrap, nah, hulked up, tape it up
Here's your pair of socks, hope it fills your cup
Reindeer games, more like labor abuse
Santa's flying coach while the sleigh's got no juice
Mrs. Claus, yeah, she's sipping on gin
Cause the North Pole's sinking, it's a corporate sin
So screw your wreaths, your garlands, your snow
Christmas is a mess and we all damn know
But under the chaos there's still that spark
Of love and rebellion and a place to park
Our middle fingers to the sky, yeah, that's the twist
Merry Christmas, crow, let's burn down the list
Writer: Darren Croll
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid