I don't believe in Santa Clause

His corporate image forced upon

The blinded spending masses

To enslave the lower classes

With obligatory gifts that serve

To cleanse a year of guilt and shame

One token gesture justifies

The apathetic, hypnotized

Leaving them to be Kris Kringle's slaves!



Buy! Buy! I won't do it!!

The season's obligation has not my participation

Buy! Buy! I won't do it!!

The money-hungry mating call of corporate swine



Cuz it's only for the money!

Yea it's only for the money!

Cuz it's only for the money!

Now Buy!!



He monitors naughty and nice

Big brother is Saint Nick

Methodically his judgment made

Documented on his list



I don't believe in Santa Clause

Or his mystical facade

To teach the children wanton greed

Their lust for gifts becomes a need



Brainwashed by the marketing

And victims of the corporate scheme

Material possessions becoming their obsessions

Till human life has lost it's value

You blindly do just what they tell you

I don't believe!!!!



His tactics of intimidation repress the minds of youth

Using fear for generations, his image hides the truth

He's just a puppet for the system, a glutton in a suit

With Yuletide propaganda and a bearded mask to boot!