Merry Christmas

Another death on Eastenders
A miserable reminder how life is horrendous
The birth of our saviour, you don’t love your neighbour
She is old and she’s alone and she is weak like a wafer
Riddled with dementia, the old man died last year
Community spirit is heartless, you’re selfish and that’s clear
Drunk lads kick a tramp for something to laugh at
And then piss on his sleeping bag and upload it to Snapchat
With Christmas themed filters and emojis to boot
The depths that get stooped for the measly price of a hoot
Office parties, mulled wine and cigarette kisses
To be saying me too is just not on somebody’s wish list

I put our life on hold
Lost it all
I don’t need that for Christmas
I don’t need that for Christmas 
I put our life on hold
Drowned my soul
I don’t need that for Christmas
I don’t need that for Christmas
I don’t need it no more

I got this fat guy climbing out from underneath my mantle piece
Symbolically he was never meant to be a sign of greed
Would likes and wants abundance’s and scarcity
Christmas time, white lines and lines get crossed
In the shadows of pretend men without budgets just expenses
Good bye notes and just quotes and hearts ended
Im Tears For Fears in a flat on London road writing Mad world
In fear of tears in this is a sad world
Suicide season, the magic and its meaning
You broke your fucking promise you said you were never leaving
Searching for some clarity in this field of disparity
Then Rudolph lost his way the day Jesus wouldn’t carry me
Driving home for Christmas with nothing but a wish list
Full of 9th step amends that I like to pretend we’re getting gifted
It’s that time of year again when our hearts are filled with fucking pain
Merry Christmas
I’m wishing you it all the same

I put our life on hold
Lost it all
I don’t need that for Christmas
I don’t need that for Christmas 
I put our life on hold
Drowned my soul
I don’t need that for Christmas
I don’t need that for Christmas

Fuck the tears, I just laugh
Haha I’m out alone
I don’t need that for Christmas 

Naughty or Nice?
Who you looking for?
If you need me I’ll be in the garage
Double fisting and hitting the Kush
Boss, with clown makeup on hacking them darts
Alone again it’s been a long year
When’s Santa coming?
The Grinch is loaded, sniffing a mirror
Fat man knows what I been doing
I just take and take, leave him chunks of milk in the sink
Cookies laced with weed, I may have ate ‘em, I think

Fuck the tears, I just laugh
Haha I’m out alone
I don’t need that for Christmas 
Fuck the tears, I just laugh
Haha I miss them all
I don’t need this for Christmas
I don’t need it no more