The War on Christmas is Over (If You Buy It)

Alright!

Armed to the teeth, jackboots on our feet
As we kick in your front door
Setting fire to the tree, all the presents we need
Are destroyed, you pagan whores
Overhead jokes are flying, the jungle will be be cryin'
Drying up on your doors
But not enough of you all buy it
So this year you're dying
Merry Christmas, this means war

This is the war on Christmas
Your name's made our shitlist
This is the war on Christmas
Happy new fear

Armed to the teeth, jackboots on our feet
As we kick in your front door
So we slam to the beatings, tell you what to believе in
Our saviour is white as snow
There will bе no relief in the pain you are feeling
Merry Christmas, this means war

This is the war on Christmas
Your name's made our shitlist
This is the war on Christmas
Happy new fear

This is the war on Christmas
Your name's made our shitlist
This is the war on Christmas
Happy new fear

Everyone will spread this cheer
Everyone will disappear
Everyone will spread this cheer
Everyone will disappear
Will disappear, will disappear

This is the war on Christmas
Your name's made our shitlist
This is the war on Christmas
Happy new fear

This is the war on Christmas
Your name's made our shitlist
This is the war on Christmas
Happy new fear