Jingle Balls

The jingles play loud

Seducing the crowd

With the cheesiest shit

From the musically dead

But you’re easily led

By the costumes and bells

And the crap on the shelves

That you know you don’t need

But you can’t stop the greed

Merry Christmas

The Retailer pricks

With the tackiest tricks

Who don’t give a fuck

If you’re down on your luck

Just as long as you buy

And turn a blind eye

To the debt that you make

For a slice of the pie

As their profits pile high

Merry  Christmas

It’s an unfunny joke

All mirrors and smoke

Do your kids know that santa

Has never been real

How does that make you feel

When you lie to your kids

And that you bought the sack

Knowing a fat man can’t fit

Down a chimney stack

Merry Christmas

Jingle Balls Jingle Balls

Swindle all the way

Oh what fun that we’ve been done

By retailers on Christmas day

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