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Текст песни "I Won't Be Home For Christmas" |
Outside the carolers start to sing
I can't describe the joy they bring
cos joy is something they don't bring me
My girlfriend is by my side
pick her up while hanging sickels of ice
Their whiney voices get irritating
It's Christmas time again
So I stand with a dead smile on my face
wondering how much of my time they'll waste
Oh god, I hate these Satan's helpers
And then I guess I must have snapped
because I grabbed a baseball bat
and made them all run for shelter
It's Christmas time
again
it's time to be nice to the people who
you can't stand, all year
I'm growing tired of this Christmas cheer
you people scare me
please stay away from my home
if you don't wanna get me down
just leave the presents and let me be alone
Well I guess it's not cool to freak on Christmas eve
because the cops came and arrested me
they had an unfair advantage
and even though the jail didn't have a tree
Christmas came a night early
as a guy named bubba unwrapped my package
It's Christmas time
again
it's time to be nice to the people who
you can't stand, all year
I'm growing tired of this Christmas cheer
you people scare me
please stay away from my home
if you don't wanna get me down
just leave the presents and let me be alone
I won't be home
I won't be home for Christmas
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