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Brother comes home after school everyday To a step-dad who beats him and a mother who prays That he'll grow up to be just like his brother Jay And not fuck up like his old man Sister's gots lots of dreams of her own She sits with her mountain of pills by the phone And sooner or later the kids will come home To a stripper who's danced all she can And all the kids sing it one time Merry Christmas, from me Merry Christmas, to you At the end of the day, when there's nothing to say Merry Christmas, from me to you All of the time, the kids are screaming the lines that say Jingle bells, shotgun shells, daddy's got a new .44 I wish I could say that everything was okay, But I'd be lying like a rug on the floor I just came home to get a few of my things Then I'll be washed from their hair, and I can fold out my wings I candrive to my angel where smokes and she sings In a Tina Turner tribute band Songtexte Hey! And all the kids sing it one time Merry Christmas, from me Merry Christmas, to you At the end of the day, when there's nothing to say Merry Christmas, from me to you Merry Christmas, from me Merry Christmas, to you At the end of the day, when there's nothing to say Merry Christmas, to me to you na na na na na na aaaaaaaaa Aus Songtexte Mania