When a holiday is coming,
when the geese are getting fat,
fallen snow up from the heaven
tells me - Santa must be mad
People dealing, people buyin,
pulling hopes along the pride
Poor beggar, let's be honest -
Never had a chance to ride
Jingle bells, Jingle bells,
thats what old story tells
But all you'll get is what you've got
Is a holy shit in a holey hat
Greedy souls and filthy wishes,
Same old prayer to fairy trap
Santa would u take
instead of giving?
Get 'em all into your sack.
Mad Santa
© Copyright: Гусев Юрий, 2019
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