I don`t want anything for Christmas
I wanna be naughty, not nice
We`ll burn all your trees down
`cause all days in this town
it`s such an ugly sight
It looks like Christmas
but you just can`t tell
It`s joyful and triumphant
but to me it feels just like
Christmas in hell!
Christmas in hell!
Christmas in hell!
Christmas in hell!
Christmas in hell!
I find it all so depressing
I`ve got no Yuletide joy
We`ll teach them a lesson
We`ll steal all the presents
from every girl and boy
It looks like Christmas
but you just can`t tell
It`s joyful and triumphant
but to me it feels just like
Christmas in hell!
Christmas in hell!
Christmas in hell!
Christmas in hell!
Christmas in hell!
[Fletcher, deep voice]
candel lights and Christmas trees
we don`t want any of these
gingerbread and candy canes
I`ll show you what is right!
It`s Christmas in hell
It`s Christmas in hell
It`s Christmas in hell
It`s Christmas in hell
Christmas in
hell
Christmas in hell!