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"Father Christmas Lyrics"
Ivory Tusk Lyrics
Music: Chan Kinchla Lyrics: John Popper Ivory Tusk, smash into thine own To show thee fit to continue I weep for them and I weep for me We rally to charge to die And laugh when it's t
Music: Chan Kinchla Lyrics: John Popper Ivory Tusk, smash into thine own To show thee fit to continue I weep for them and I weep for me We rally to charge to die And laugh when it's t
When I was small I believed in Santa Claus
Though I knew it was my dad
And I would hang up my stocking at Christmas
Open my presents and I'd be glad
But the last time I played Father Christmas
I stood outside a department store
A gang of kids came over and mugged me
And knocked my reindeer to the floor
They said:
Father Christmas, give us some money
Don't mess around
Searching Lyrics
I'm searching for this place Where I don't need to worry about you Where I don't feel sorrow I need to think about tomorrow or about you I need a little time So I can change my mind (yeah)
with those silly toys. I'm searching for this place Where I don't need to worry about you Where I don't feel sorrow I need to think about tomorrow or about you I need a little time So I can change my mind (yeah)
We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over
We want your bread so don't make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys
Don't give my brother a Steve Austin outfit
Don't give my sister a cuddly toy
We don't want a jigsaw or monopoly money
We only want the real McCoy
Father Christmas, give us some money
We'll beat you up if you make us annoyed
If the system (universe) transformed, my visions would be true. A crusade (march controlled) without intelligence. The end or the beginning, no sign can tell. But the answer do rise with me.<
Don't mess around with those silly toys
But give my daddy a job 'cause he needs one
He's got lots of mouths to feed
But if you've got one, I'll have a machine gun
So I can scare all the kids down the street
Father Christmas, give us some money
We got no time for your silly toys
We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over
Give all the toys
Hymn # XIII (The Sleeping Antarct) Lyrics
Sound asleep deep in the !maternal womb !Suconsciously dreaming aspects of his future reign The Antarct, Prince of the Pillorian Age He who will rule in the Gallow's Land Reigning in soil, wa
to the little rich boys Sound asleep deep in the !maternal womb !Suconsciously dreaming aspects of his future reign The Antarct, Prince of the Pillorian Age He who will rule in the Gallow's Land Reigning in soil, wa
Have yourself a merry merry Christmas
Have yourself a good time
But remember the kids who got nothin'
While you're drinkin' down your wine
Father Christmas, give us some money
We got no time for your silly toys
We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over
We want your bread, so don't make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys