Twas dark outside on Christmas Eve,
alone I cried, betrayed, deceived.
Liars, hypocrites, backstabbing thieves,
alone I mourned, I was so alone.
Red jacket, white shirt, white gloves, red tie,
black pants, black boots, and a beard painted white.
Down, down the chimney, I slipped out of sight
she was hanging tinsel with some other guy.
I walked into the room my vision distorted,
each cough with blood my body contorted.
I dropped the bottle, then picked up the revolver,
it's time to decorate the Christmas tree.