I don't like Mistletoe, or building coal-eyed men out of snow.

There's something bout' the Holiday that always depresses me.

Everytime I hear "Jingle Bells", "Deck The Halls", or "Noel",.

It brings out all my suicidal tendencies.

Dear Santa, I wanna be....

(CHORUS)

Dead by Christmas.

Dead by Christmas.

Dead by Christmas.

Won't you believe? I wanna be...

Dead by Christmas.

Dead by Christmas.

Dead by Christmas.

Or, at least by New Year's Eve.

I could hang myself with blinking lights from the rafters one wintry night,

As the carolers sing, outside,"Be of good cheer".

Or, I could throw myself off a bridge like Jimmy Stewart almost did,

In that stupid movie they show every year.

(REPEAT CHORUS)

Maybe I'll hurl myself in the way of Santa Claus and his sleigh,

Trampled by the prancing hooves of eight reindeer.

Or, maybe I'll go out like Johnny Ace, a bullet in the head is no disgrace,

Whatever it takes, I hate this time of year.

(REPEAT CHORUS)