Christmas. [I’d Rather Die]

This Christmastime,

I’d rather die.

You’re not exactly happy and

You don’t know why.

Not sure,

If you’re still at war

With the ratatata telling you that

More is more

Not less.

It be best

If you left all your stress.

It’s coming home.

I put it on my Christmas list.

I’ll get pissed in the name of lions.

I’ll get pissed when I’m sad and I’m tired.

I’ll get pissed till I feel I should stop it,

Not married with kids

So I’m no alcoholic.

I, I, I,

Ho, ho, ho.

I’m rather emotional,

‘Cause it’s a month till christmas,

Can you feel it?

I haven’t felt alive since the day I started breathing.

You want Nothing in particular?

You’ve got it.

Prices are high,

Santa clause is sourcing for profit.

Two steps from slave labour building all your presents

And,

I know that you know that Christmas is tenants

Who,

Can’t quite afford rent,

Couldn’t buy a house.

Christmas is giving all you’ve got and getting nothing out,

Of a country that cares not about you,

Sectors and sectors for those who abuse,

The power,

They believe they deserve,

The gift of forgetting how little you’re worth,

This Christmastime,

I’d rather die.

You’re not exactly happy and

You don’t know why.

Not sure,

If you’re still at war

With the ratatata telling you that

More is more.