I think this Christmas I'm dying,
Blood staining the white snow,
My present this Christmas is an execution,
Gone before New Years day.

Bloody Holidays,
To one and all,
See you in Hell by Lent.

And I'm lying on the floor,
Poisoned by misteltoe,
Strangled by tinsel.

I think this Christmas I'm dying,
Blood staining the white snow,
My present this Christmas is an execution,
Gone before New Years day.

Heavily intoxicated,
Is what the papers said,
Tragic Holiday Horror.

Strewn across the road,
White death on his face,
Cold coffin for a ride.

I think this Christmas I'm dying,
Blood staining the white snow,
My present this Christmas is an execution,
Gone before New Years day.

I think I'm withering away this Christmas,
On the inside looking out,
Wasting away 'till Christmas,
Our family tragedy.

I think this Christmas I'm dying,
Blood staining the white snow,
My present this Christmas is an execution,
Gone before New Years day.