Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Merry Christmas from Satan Claus

Drunken Bums, or Merry Christmas from Satan Claus, or Christmas in the Ghetto

Ghetto sidewalks, dirty sidewalks dressed in vomit and bile,
In the air there's a feeling like dry rot
Children brawling, people passing, picking fight after fight
And on every street corner you hear — drunken bums
(Drunken bums, drunken bums)
Drunken bums
(Drunken bums)
It's Christmas time in the ghetto
Ring-a-ling
(Ring-a-ling, ring-a-ling)
Hear them sing
Soon it will be judgment day
Broken street lights although cop lights blink a bright red and blue
As the pigs rush by to commit murder
Hear the shots speed, see the kids bleed
This is Satan's big scene
And above all this carnage you hear
Drunken bums
(Drunken bums, drunken bums)
Drunken bums
(Drunken bums)
It's Christmas time in the ghetto
Ring-a-ling
(Ring-a-ling, ring-a-ling)
Hear them sing
Soon it will be judgment day
Drunken bums
(Drunken bums, drunken bums)
Drunken bums
(Drunken bums)
It's Christmas time in the ghetto
Ring-a-ling
(Ring-a-ling, ring-a-ling)
Hear them sing
Soon it will be — judgment day