Oh, give me a noose I can hang from the tree
I need no excuse to end my misery
This holiday season is all the more reason to die
Oh, pull up a stool and an ear to a fool
Once found some solace in the season of yule
This holiday season is all the more reason to cry
I put on my mittens, one green and one red
And I walk alone where they bury the dead
The snow falls as I breathe
It's a gothic death rock Christmas Eve
The bottle is empty, the sleigh has a flat
The stripper in my bed is ugly and fat
Her tassels are tangled and what's worse
My jingle won't jangle
This time of the year makes me sick to my guts
All this good cheer is a pain in the nuts
When it's your career to be down in the dumps
Tidings of comfort and joy really suck
I feel like St. Nicolas is pulling my leg
This thing we call Christmas is a sorry black plague
This holiday season is . . .
All the more reason to die