Christmas time I'd rather die Not happy and you don't know why Not sure if you're still at war With the rat-t telling you that more is more Not less, it be best if you left all your stress Coming home I put that on my Christmas list I'll get pissed in the name of the lions I'll get pissed when I'm sad, and I'm tired I will drink 'til I think I should stop it Not married with kids so I'm no alcoholic No I- I- I- Ho, ho, ho I'm rather emotional 'Cause it's a month until Christmas Can you feel it? Haven't felt alive since the day I started breathing You want nothing in particular? You've got it Prices are high Santa Clause is sourcing for profit Two steps from slave labour making all your presents And I know that you know that Christmas is tenants who Can't quite afford rent Couldn't buy a house Christmas is giving all you've got and getting nothing out Of a country that cares not about you Sectors and sectors of those who abuse the power They believe they deserve the gift of forgetting how little your worth is Christmas time I'd rather die Not happy and you don't know why Not sure if you're still at war With the rat-t-t More is more Time- I- die This- time Why? More Time- why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?