The War On Christmas Is Over (If You Buy It)

Alright!

Armed to the teeth, jack boots on our feet
As we kick in your front door

Setting fire to the tree, all the presents beneath
And destroying you, pagan whores
Overhead drones are flying, the children will be crying
Try and lock all your doors
But not enough of you are buying
So this year you're dying
Merry Christmas, this means war

This is the war on Christmas
Your names made our shit list
This is the war on Christmas
Happy new fear

Armed to the teeth, jack boots on our feet
As we kick in your front door

So we send seasons beatings, 'til you are believing
Our savior is white as snow
There will be no relieving, this pain you are feeling
Merry Christmas, this means war

This is the war on Christmas
Your names made our shit list
This is the war on Christmas
Happy new fear

This is the war on Christmas
Your names made our shit list
This is the war on Christmas
Happy new fear

Everyone will spread this cheer
Everyone will disappear
Everyone will spread this cheer
Everyone will disappear
Will disappear, will disappear

This is the war on Christmas
Your names made our shit list
This is the war on Christmas
Happy new fear

This is the war on Christmas
Your names made our shit list
This is the war on Christmas
Happy new fear