U'r Fucking It Up

Santa Hates You

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    I hear you knocking on the gates of hell
    I open up so I can tell
    It doesn't matter if God's a jerk
    Today is Sunday, no one's at work

    I hear you knocking on the gates of hell
    I was sent down here forced by a spell
    The hell is empty as you can see
    All left for picnic on Planet Three

    I hear you knocking on the gates of hell
    Is there something you'd like to sell?
    Do you seek shelter from hate and lies?
    Come on, sit next to me, we count the flies

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    Hate breeder
    Poison feeder
    Gene beater
    War dealer
    Greed eater
    Blind leader
    U'r fucking it up!
    (We count the ones who fell)
    U'r fucking it up!

    They say "for hell, yes!" while you pray "no!"
    They make you feel there is no way to go
    They push the buttons, you get the bad news
    All faith is senseless and war is their excuse
    To build up here what they got there
    If you are bleeding, it's not a love affair

    Hate breeder
    Poison feeder
    Gene beater
    War dealer
    Greed eater
    Blind leader
    U'r fucking it up!
    (We count the ones who fell)
    U'r fucking it up!

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