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To the tune of "The Christmas Song"
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| This one's for you, Satan! | |
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| A one, and a two, and a six six six, and... | |
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| Chet's nuts roasting on an open fire... Jack Frost ripping off his nose... | |
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| Carols screeched by an unholy choir... And folks drip blood from head to toe... | |
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| Everybody knows.... a pitchfork jammed between your toes... helps to make your Dark Lord's night... | |
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| So though it's been said, many times many ways... Merry Christmas... Merry Chistmas... YOU'RE DOOOOOMED! | |
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