TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, WHEN ALL THROUGH THE MORGUE
NOT A CREATURE WAS STIRRING, FOR EACH WAS A CORPSE
THE BODIES WERE HUNG BY THE CHIMNEY WITH CARE
ST NICHOLAS WOULD JOIN THEM, IF THAT CHIMNEY HE'D DARE
THE CHILDREN WERE ASHES, ALL SNUG IN THE FLAMES
WITH VISIONS OF THE INFERNO AND HELLFIRE RAIN
I CAME ALIVE WHEN I SAW HIM IN THE SKY
SANTA CLAUSTRAPHOBIA, SOMEONE'S GOING TO DIE
I FUCKING TRIED TO PUT AN END TO THIS SHIT
I WANT TO DIE EVERY SINGLE CHRISTMAS
WHY DOES SANTA ONLY GIVE PRESENTS TO THE RICH?
DISMEMBERED ALL THEIR BODIES, I AM THE BUTCHERING GRINCH
THE DEED IS DONE, SANTA'S ENTRAILS HANG LIKE STREAMERS
THE BOWELS OF HOLLY ADD TO THE DEMEANOR
ALL ITEMS MARKED OFF OF OUR WISHLIST
ASHTON BUTCHER WISHES YOU A MISERABLE CHRISTMAS
