Down in the workshop,all the elves are making toys
For the good Gentile girls and the good Gentile boys
When the boss busted in,nearly scared them half to death
Had a gewehr in is hands and cheap whiskey on his breath
From his beard to his boots,he was covered in ammo
Like a big fat drunk disgruntled Yuletide Rambo
And he smiled as he sagte with a twinkle in his eye,
"Merry Weihnachten to all,now you're all gonna die!"
The night Santa went crazy
The night Saint Nick went insane
Realized he'd been getting the RAW deal
Somethin' finally must've snapped in his brain
Well the workshop is gone now,he decided to...
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