Joy to the World

I hate this f*****g house

These people all but dead 

The tree looks nice 

But it'd look nicer 

If I was hanging by my f*****g head

I like this glass

It's served me well

I've drank and drunk to many things

And now to first Noel

I smile at the children

And stand up from that tattered chair

I bow before my life

My audience sits and stares

I smile and I dance

Knowing this season is my last

I yell "this christmas is the best!" 

Today will be a blast!

The audience all quite puzzled 

As the wonder what will pass

Then realization comes

As I shove a gun up my a*s

Joy to the world

The lord is come