Рождественская панк-песня о парне, который ненавидит праздники: ёлки бесят, колядники раздражают, а Санта — последняя надежда.
INTRO: G E D C
VERSE 1:
G E
Outside the carollers start to sing,
C
I can't describe the joy they bring
D
cause joy is something they don't bring me
G E
My girlfriend is by my side, from the roof are hanging
C D
sicles of ice they're whiny voices get irritating
G
It's Christmas time again
G E
So I stand with a dead smile on my face,
C
wondering how much of my time they'll waste
D
oh gosh i hate these satan's helpers
G E
And then I guess I must've snapped,
C
cause I grabbed the baseball bat
D
and made them all run for shelter
CHORUS:
G A
It's Christmas time, again
E C G A
It's time to be nice to the people you can't stand, all year
E C G
I'm growing tired of all this Christmas cheer
A B C G
You people scare me, please stay away from my home
A B C
If you don't wanna get beat down, just leave the presents
A
and then leave me alone
INTRO
VERSE 2:
G E
Well I guess it's not cool to freak on Christmas Eve,
C D
cause the cops came and arrested me they had and unfair advantage
G E
And even though the jail didn't have a tree,
C
Christmas came a night early cause a guy name
D
Bubba unwrapped my package
CHORUS
POST-CHORUS:
G A E C
I won't be home, I won't be home for Christmas
G A E C
I won't be home, I won't be home for Christmas
G A E C
I won't be home, I won't be home for Christmas
G A E C
I won't be home, I won't be home for Christmas
G A E C
I won't be home, I won't be home for Christmas
G A B C G
I won't be home, I won't be home for Christmas