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Santa says Boo

What gives us the right to complain

Stay home, be grateful

For weeks we'll sustain

And one we're out of funds hey eh

We will need to wait to start this over again

Don't worry yet I'll make more 

It's just a matter of printing it

And so long as there is fuel to run the machine 

That turns on the electricity

We would not have needed this if you'd have listened to me

Yet you chose to compete with your neighbors underground

I can't wait to see who wins between you and yourself

Ha fuck off holy Hell

Masturbation to good health

Fuck off!! Fuck off!! and the egg's been fertilized in vitro

There is no use for me now

Getting angry just thinking about

I'm not going anywhere until I've calmed

And this is going to take me a while

So remember when you see me not to forget your smile

Yes I am breaking down the fucking barrier

The disillusioned sex brained idiots trying to spread mass

Messages of lustful backroom fear

And as long as there is lead in my pencil

I will spew it all over here

And I'm sorry to say you'll just have to wait until

Like I'll have to wait here few more fucking years

Longer than I wanted to but baby know I'm coming to

The conclusion that I've already came too

Santa says Boo!