Gather 'round the table, a feast to behold
The turkey's carved, the stuffing's cold
(But little do you know)
Do you know, a massacre's about to unfold
As grandma's girdle snaps, and the tryptophan takes hold
Happy Thanksgiving, let the bloodshed begin
Aunt Mary's got a chainsaw, and it's slicing through your kin
Cousin Jimmy's on fire, and the cranberry sauce is spilled
It's a holiday of horrors, and we're all about to get killed
The pumpkin pie is poisonous, it'll make you vomit blood
The mashed potatoes are laced with razor blades, you'll be begging for a flood
To wash away the pain, as your intestines start to ache
But it's too late, the green bean casserole has sealed your fate
Happy Thanksgiving, let the bloodshed begin
Aunt Mary's got a chainsaw, and it's slicing through your kin
Cousin Jimmy's on fire, and the cranberry sauce is spilled
It's a holiday of horrors, and we're all about to get killed
The Mayflower Compact was just a ruse
A clever ploy to get us to this bloody cruise
The Pilgrims were psychopaths, with axes in their hands
And now we're paying for their sins, with our very own Thanksgiving plans
The football game is interrupted by a hail of gunfire and screams
As Black Friday shoppers storm the field, with credit cards and broken dreams
The referees are beheaded, their whistles silenced forevermore
And we're left to fight for scraps, like vultures on a dead whore
Happy Thanksgiving, let the bloodshed begin
Aunt Mary's got a chainsaw, and it's slicing through your kin
Cousin Jimmy's on fire, and the cranberry sauce is spilled
It's a holiday of horrors, and we're all about to get killed
So pass the gravy boat of gore
And pour some stuffing down your throat
For in this twisted game of survival
Only one will make it out alive
And that one won't be you
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Gather 'round the table, a feast to behold
The turkey's carved, the stuffing's cold
(But little do you know)
Do you know, a massacre's about to unfold
As grandma's girdle snaps, and the tryptophan takes hold
Happy Thanksgiving, let the bloodshed begin
Aunt Mary's got a chainsaw, and it's slicing through your kin
Cousin Jimmy's on fire, and the cranberry sauce is spilled
It's a holiday of horrors, and we're all about to get killed
The pumpkin pie is poisonous, it'll make you vomit blood
The mashed potatoes are laced with razor blades, you'll be begging for a flood
To wash away the pain, as your intestines start to ache
But it's too late, the green bean casserole has sealed your fate
Happy Thanksgiving, let the bloodshed begin
Aunt Mary's got a chainsaw, and it's slicing through your kin
Cousin Jimmy's on fire, and the cranberry sauce is spilled
It's a holiday of horrors, and we're all about to get killed
The Mayflower Compact was just a ruse
A clever ploy to get us to this bloody cruise
The Pilgrims were psychopaths, with axes in their hands
And now we're paying for their sins, with our very own Thanksgiving plans
The football game is interrupted by a hail of gunfire and screams
As Black Friday shoppers storm the field, with credit cards and broken dreams
The referees are beheaded, their whistles silenced forevermore
And we're left to fight for scraps, like vultures on a dead whore
Happy Thanksgiving, let the bloodshed begin
Aunt Mary's got a chainsaw, and it's slicing through your kin
Cousin Jimmy's on fire, and the cranberry sauce is spilled
It's a holiday of horrors, and we're all about to get killed
So pass the gravy boat of gore
And pour some stuffing down your throat
For in this twisted game of survival
Only one will make it out alive
And that one won't be you
The turkey's carved, the stuffing's cold
(But little do you know)
Do you know, a massacre's about to unfold
As grandma's girdle snaps, and the tryptophan takes hold
Happy Thanksgiving, let the bloodshed begin
Aunt Mary's got a chainsaw, and it's slicing through your kin
Cousin Jimmy's on fire, and the cranberry sauce is spilled
It's a holiday of horrors, and we're all about to get killed
The pumpkin pie is poisonous, it'll make you vomit blood
The mashed potatoes are laced with razor blades, you'll be begging for a flood
To wash away the pain, as your intestines start to ache
But it's too late, the green bean casserole has sealed your fate
Happy Thanksgiving, let the bloodshed begin
Aunt Mary's got a chainsaw, and it's slicing through your kin
Cousin Jimmy's on fire, and the cranberry sauce is spilled
It's a holiday of horrors, and we're all about to get killed
The Mayflower Compact was just a ruse
A clever ploy to get us to this bloody cruise
The Pilgrims were psychopaths, with axes in their hands
And now we're paying for their sins, with our very own Thanksgiving plans
The football game is interrupted by a hail of gunfire and screams
As Black Friday shoppers storm the field, with credit cards and broken dreams
The referees are beheaded, their whistles silenced forevermore
And we're left to fight for scraps, like vultures on a dead whore
Happy Thanksgiving, let the bloodshed begin
Aunt Mary's got a chainsaw, and it's slicing through your kin
Cousin Jimmy's on fire, and the cranberry sauce is spilled
It's a holiday of horrors, and we're all about to get killed
So pass the gravy boat of gore
And pour some stuffing down your throat
For in this twisted game of survival
Only one will make it out alive
And that one won't be you
Writer: Drago Bonacich
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