I don´t want anything for Christmas

I wanna be naughty, not nice

We´ll burn all your trees down

´cause all days in this town

it´s such an ugly sight


It looks like Christmas

but you just can´t tell

It´s joyful and triumphant

but to me it feels just like

Christmas in hell!

Christmas in hell!

Christmas in hell!

Christmas in hell!

Christmas in hell!



I find it all so depressing

I´ve got no Yuletide joy

We´ll teach them a lesson

We´ll steal all the presents

from every girl and boy



It looks like Christmas

but you just can´t tell

It´s joyful and triumphant

but to me it feels just like

Christmas in hell!

Christmas in hell!

Christmas in hell!

Christmas in hell!

Christmas in hell!



[Fletcher, deep voice]

candel lights and Christmas trees

we don´t want any of these

gingerbread and candy canes

I´ll show you what is right!



It´s Christmas in hell

It´s Christmas in hell

It´s Christmas in hell

It´s Christmas in hell

Christmas in

hell

Christmas in hell!