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One, two, Merry Christmas

Brother comes home after school every day
To a stepdad who beats him and a mother who prays
That he'll grow up to be just like his brother Jay
And not a fuck-up like his old man

Sister's got lots of dreams of her own
She sits with a mountain of pills by the phone
And sooner or later the kids will come home
To a stripper who's danced all she can

Merry Christmas from me
Merry Christmas to you
At the end of the day when there's nothing to say
Merry Christmas from me to you

All of the times the kids are screaming the lines that say
"Jingle bells, shotgun shells, daddy's got a new 44"
Wish I could say that everything was okay,
But I'd be lying like a rug on the floor

I just came home to get a few of my things
Then I'll be washed from their hair and I can fold out my wings
I can drive to my angel where she smokes and she sings
In a Tina Turner tribute band

(What's love got to do with it, got to do with it?)

Merry Christmas from me
Merry Christmas to you
At the end of the day when there's nothing to say
Merry Christmas from me to you

Merry Christmas from me
Merry Christmas to you
At the end of the day when there's nothing to say
Merry Christmas to me and you
One, two, Merry Christmas      Brother comes home after school every day    To a stepdad who beats him and a mother who prays   That he'll grow up to be just like his brother Jay   And not a fuck-up like his old man      Sister's got lots of dreams of her own   She sits with a mountain of pills by the phone   And sooner or later the kids will come home   To a stripper who's danced all she can      Merry Christmas from me   Merry Christmas to you   At the end of the day when there's nothing to say   Merry Christmas from me to you      All of the times the kids are screaming the lines that say   "Jingle bells, shotgun shells, daddy's got a new 44"   Wish I could say that everything was okay,   But I'd be lying like a rug on the floor      I just came home to get a few of my things   Then I'll be washed from their hair and I can fold out my wings   I can drive to my angel where she smokes and she sings   In a Tina Turner tribute band      (What's love got to do with it, got to do with it?)      Merry Christmas from me   Merry Christmas to you   At the end of the day when there's nothing to say   Merry Christmas from me to you      Merry Christmas from me   Merry Christmas to you   At the end of the day when there's nothing to say   Merry Christmas to me and you
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