I Won't Be Home For Christmas

Outside the carolers start to sing 
I can't describe the joy they bring 
Cause joy is something they don't bring me 

My girlfriend is by my side 
From the roof are hanging sickles of ice 
Their whiny voices get irritating
It's Christmas time again 

So I stand with a dead smile on my face 
Wondering how much of my time theyāll waste 
Oh God, I hate these Satanās helpers 

And then I guess I must have snapped 
Because I grabbed the baseball bat 
And made them all run for shelter 

Itās Christmas time, again 
Itās time to be nice to the people you canāt stand, All year 
Iām growing tired of all this Christmas cheer 

You people scare me 
Please stay away from my home 
If you donāt get beat down
Just leave the presents and let me be alone 

Well, I guess itās not cool to freak on Christmas Eve 
Cause the cops came and arrested me 
They had an unfair advantage 

And even though the jail didnāt have a tree 
Christmas came a night early 
Cause a guy named Bubba unwrapped my package 

I wonāt be home, I wonāt be home for Christmas 
I wonāt be home, I wonāt be home for Christmas