Everyday Is Christmas

Every day is Christmas in Hell
And Santa’s real, and he brings every thing you ever wished for
Every day
'til you don’t want to play
But you have to
And that’s when you realize that you’re in Hell
So try and relax
You jump through flaming hoops hoping that you won’t catch on fire
I signed my name
He gave me the brand
Now I’m leaking cold sweat shaking Satan’s hot hand
Meanwhile in Heaven
The well rehearsed unison harps offer comforting salvation from Art
They sing this song:
«Refrain from entertainment, ride your mind like a horse, don’t drag it like a
cart.»
But don’t you ever notice that it doesn’t matter what you’re doing
It’s all Hell if you do it too long