I won't be home for Christmas

Outside the carolers start to sing, I can't describe the joy they bring 'cause joy is something they don't bring me. My girlfriend is by my side, from the roof are hanging sickles of ice. Their whiny voices get irritating, It's Christmas time again. So I stand with a dead smile on my face, wondering how much of my time they'll waste, Oh God I hate these Satan's helpers & then I guess I must have snapped because I grabbed a baseball bat & made them all run for shelter. It's Christmas time again. It's time to be nice to the people you can't stand, all year. I'm growing tired of all this Christmas cheer. You people scare me, please stay away from my home. If you don't wanna get beat down just leave the presents & then leave me alone. Well I guess it's not cool to freak on Christmas Eve, 'cause the cops came & arrested me, they had an unfair advantage & even though the jail didn't have a tree. Christmas came a night early, causes a guy named Bubba unwrapped my package (hot damn) It's Christmas time again, It's time to be nice to the people you can't stand, all year. I'm growing tired of all this Christmas cheer. You people scare me, please stay away from my home. If you don't wanna get beat down, just leave the presents & then leave me alone. I won't be home, I won't be home for Christmas