Christmas time is here.
It's time for a little cheer.

All my friends are drug addicts.
All out of luck.
They wont make it through next year.
And no one really cares.

Brooklyn is a toilet.
You're swimming in.
No gifts for you this year.
Santa knows where you've been.

Christmas time is here.
It's time for a little cheer.

New York City snow.
Snowing in your nose.
No brain left.
Dancing the night away.

This year was bad.
Next year will be worse
You've got nothing left.
You spoiled little loser.
 
Christmas time is here.
It's time for a little cheer.

Christmas Eve you're out.
at the same old boring club.
You're ugly and your stupid 
And everyone hates your guts.

Christmas day the dealers.
won't come to your house.
Why don't you just kill yourself?
Why don't you just die?

Jingle Bells Jingle Bells Jingle all the way.
I hate you. You hate me. I hate you. You hate me.

* Recorded in one take with a Korg KR-55 drum machine, Roland SH-2 and Shure SM58 mic. This is NOT about anyone in specific. Merry Xmas everyone!

A Little Cheer

A Little Cheer - The Horrorist

The world is like a ride in an amusement park. Is there a point to this?  Lets find a point! And when you choose to go on it you think it's real because that's how powerful our minds are. The ride goes up and down, around and around, it has thrills and chills, and it's very brightly coloured, and it's very loud, and it's fun for a while. Many people have been on the ride a long time, and they begin to wonder, "Hey, is this real, or is this just a ride?" And other people have remembered, and they come back to us and say, "Hey, don't worry; don't be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride." And we … kill those people. 
-Bill Hicks

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