Heads Snap, I Wake Up
And My House Is Full Of Dead Bodies
I Got Blood On My Lips, Blood On My Chest,
Blood On My Hands And Blood On My D***
It's Not The First Time That This Ever Happened
I Can Still Remember All The B**** Slapping
I Start Cutting Up All The Evidence
Wrapped 'Em Like Presents And Put Them Under My Tree
I Keep This One Hand Near The Mistletoe
So I Feel Special And I Can Get A
Kiss
On Christmas Day, That Is The Day
I Start To Pretend, But This Is My Day
I Got My House Full Of Relatives
Of All The People's Relatives
But None Of My Relatives
"Hey What's Up? How Your Doing?
Long Time No F****** See"