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