Christmas sucks - Tom Waits (汤姆·威兹)/Amp/Peter Murphy
Oh give me a noose I can hang from the tree
I need no excuse to end my misery
This holiday season is all the more reason to die
Oh pull up a stool and an ear to a fool
Once found some solace in the season of yule
This holiday season is all the more reason to cry
I put on my mittens
One green and one red
And I walk alone where they bury the dead
The snow falls as I breath
It's a gothic death rock
Christmas eve
The bottle is empty
The sleigh has a flat
The striper in my bed is ugly and fat
Her tassles are tangled and what's
Worse my jingle won't jangle
This time of the year makes me sick to my guts
All this good cheer is a pain in the nuts
When it's your career to be down in the dumps
Tidings of comfort and joy really suck
I feel like St Nicolas is pulling my leg
This thing we call christmas
Is a sorry black plague
This holiday season is
All the more reason
All the more reason to die
All the more reason to die
All the more reason to die
All the more reason to die