Give all the toys to the little rich boys.
Blink - 182: I won’t be home for Christmas
(Deck the halls with boughs of holly fa la la la la la la la la)
(Tis the season to be jolly fa la la la la la la la la)
Outside the carolers start to sing
I can’t describe the joy they bring
Cause joy is something they don’t bring me
My girlfriend is by my side
From the roof are hanging sickles of ice
Their whiny voices get irritating
It’s Christmas time again
So I stand with a dead smile on my face
Wondering how much of my time they’ll waste
Oh god I hate these Satan’s helpers
And then I guess I must’ve snaped
Because I grabbed a baseball bat
And made them all run for shelter
It’s Christmas time again
It’s time to be nice to the people you can’t stand all year
I’m growing tired of all this Christmas cheer
You people scare me
Please stay away from my home
If you don’t wanna get beat down
Just leave the presents and then leave me alone.
Well I guess it’s not cool to freak on Christmas Eve
Cause the cops came and arrested me
They had an unfair advantage
And even though the jail didn’t have a tree
Christmas came a night early
Causes a guy named Bubba unwrapped my package (hot damn)
It’s Christmas time again
It’s time to be nice to the people you can’t stand all year
I’m growing tired of all this Christmas cheer
You people scare me
Please stay away from my home
If you don’t wanna get beat down
Just leave the presents and then leave me alone.
I won’t be home
I won’t be home for Christmas
I won’t be home
I won’t be home for Christmas (please post my bail)
I won’t be home
I won’t be home for Christmas (please post my bail)
I won’t be home
I won’t be home for Christmas (please post my bail)
I won’t be home
I won’t be home for Christmas (please post my bail)
I won’t be home
I won’t be home for Christmas