He's the president of dumps
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Victim of involving economy got bunked off the Assembly line
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and he feels like a chump
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Wonder how he's gonna bring turkey for the giving and presents for the receiving
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This sucks, one day if Obama has to go without
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Explaining to his children how Santa must've missed a route
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I don't think so, he's much too proud
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To admit defeat or even accept handouts
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So he tells his wife that everything panned out
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At the plant and christmas is on his plan
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Tears of joy fill her eyes, but inside
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He feels even worse for lying and he wants to die
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He pretends to go to work everyday
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But he's not going to work, he's just wasting away
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In the front seat of a parking lot up the street
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Where he punches his steering wheel repeatedly saying "Why me?"
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Sometimes it gets real hard
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When you got no money and you got no job
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And you got no reason to be celebratin'
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And it seems like you're in a hopeless situation
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(Like Christmas Gloom)
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Sometimes it gets real hard
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When you got no money and you got no job
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And you got no reason to be celebratin'
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And it seems like you're in a hopeless situation
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(Like Christmas Gloom)
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Got the headlights turned off, the radio, too
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With the garage door closed so we get all the fumes
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Windows down so the exhaust gets through
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And all the windshield, man, fuck it, Christmas, too
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This is my gift to the bitch that ruined it all
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Fuck Monoxide, this is straight from Paul
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I probably should have seen all the writing all on the wall
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But it's beginning with the cell phones calls didn't deminish
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Didn't have a job? So what? Your work buddy's
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Just one of the many people you was putting above me
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I was thinking that you love me but when really it was a laughable situation
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So now I'm ugly in this with your face (I think?)
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Case of point in a minute you'll be dead
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And then an hour after that all of your family's comin' in
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And then an hour after that it's on the evening news
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That the Christmas Blues was the reason I killed you
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Sometimes it gets real hard
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When you got no money and you got no job
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And you got no reason to be celebratin'
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And it seems like you're in a hopeless situation
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(Like Christmas Gloom)
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Sometimes it gets real hard
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When you got no money and you got no job
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And you got no reason to be celebratin'
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And it seems like you're in a hopeless situation
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(Like Christmas Gloom)
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[Blaze:]
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[?] She said momma gotta pay the bills
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More mouths to feed in a house upon a hill
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Husband now reserved in the army and was gone and
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Two months ago at night when he was sleeping
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He was a medic in the army and a doctor in the state
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Light was the oyster with money to take a taste
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Take a page out the book, live happily ever after
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Til a phone call turned to see a man into disaster
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Was a sergeant of the army on the ether end
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Said he had a little level nice on her husband
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Grace yourself, ma'am, Take a seat
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Your husband has died in service of the country
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We will send his remains and his personal affects
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To his last residence, I think that's your address
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So she's out gambling to help her forget
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That she hasn't told her kids that their father's dead yet
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Sometimes it gets real hard
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When you got no money and you got no job
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And you got no reason to be celebratin'
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And it seems like you're in a hopeless situation
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(Like Christmas Gloom)
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Sometimes it gets real hard
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When you got no money and you got no job
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And you got no reason to be celebratin'
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And it seems like you're in a hopeless situation
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(Like Christmas Gloom)
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Sad Christmas Song
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Twiztid |