On the day Jesus was born

I was drinkin' Bud and feelin' bad

He has a way of spoiling things

Let's nail him to that cross again



Pagan tongues in search of truth

Shotgun holes in the leader's head

String 'em and party down

It's holiday time again



Doomsday Xmas bonfire

Lit in my mind

Push the button, strike the match

Burn the churches to the ground



Canine dreams of ripping flesh

Lost inside the convent of blood

I couldn't find the right words

Inside god's thesaurus



Lick it up and spew it out

I can't get it through my head

I say my prayers late at night

To plastic busts of Elvis



Doomsday Xmas bonfire

Happy New Year

Push the button, strike the match

Flames consume society