(recorded with The Back Row Hooligans and re-released as part of the PLAY ME BACKWARDS: A Novel For Young Adults Who Worship the Devil companion EP.)
Christmas with the family, my wife and kids are here
The fire is warm oh what more could I want
but there's something missing, I'm tugging at the strings
of my sweater, which has reindeer on the front
they're fuzzy in their splendor, but don't bring back the glow
that christmas with my family brought me all those years ago
so can we have a heavy metal vomit christmas party please?
if no one pukes, it doesn't feel like christmas time to me
You'd better not cry, you'd better not pout I'm getting my dokken tapes back out
let's get a mosh pit going all around the christmas tree
Every year my cousins would dub each others tapes
as we played them on my grandma's stereo
we'd beat up on my brother, and act like youth gone wild
burning things, and making demons in the snow
We'd see how hard we could bang our heads against the wall
I'm bleeding in the shots of me with santa at the mall
oh can we have a heavy metal vomit christmas party please
the smell of vodka makes it feel like christmas time to me
when the grown-up table began to pray, the kids table knocked the night away
shouting at the devil all around the christmas tree
I believe we need a heavy metal vomit christmas party please
I want my kids to know what what feels like christmas time to me
heedless of the wind and weather, let's all shout "no life til leather!"
I sold my soul for rock and roll around the christmas tree
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