Fleshhouse
Fleshhouse - Santa In Flames lyrics
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"Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas!" A man in his slippers lounges around Dreaming to pass the time His head, filled with blues, reds, whites, and yellows The sky Filled with black With nostalgia in pocket, those good old days fly Skeletons' bones touch the ground Happy he smiles, dressed in red and in green But the green is all dying and red is our blood-washed dead sky A man in his slippers, holding the key To a door he unconsciously locked His plasticized angels In fool's golden heaven Snicker as he sleeps And barbed wire It chokes him and cuts him down Without him even knowing Tension amounts The temperature higher He pushes his Santa Into the fire "Have a merry, merry, merry, merry one!" [Repeat]: Now... Santa's... In... Flames... "Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus" "Merry Christmas Everyone!" "Help me!" "Santa Claus!" The announcer spat babble 'bout faraway wars The trees were all dying The streets, filled with whores Outside the old man was clutching his cane Watching a child's lungs collapse as he writhed in pain The hills were eroding The landfills overflowed All the world was a time bomb about to explode The world all around us was closing its doors But this flare for the dramatic Can be such a bore And all the while The man - he just snored Till nothing was left Nothing to live for And as Santa burned, plastic face in the ash It dawned on the man that he had caused this crash He wept as he watched Santa burn in the fire He wept as he watched Santa burn in the fire In the fire "There's no Santa Claus" "You're safe now [?] ...Santa Claus is gone"