Merry Christmas

One, two, Merry Christmas
Brother comes home after school every day
To a stepdad who beats him and a mother who prays
That he'll grow up to be just like his brother Jay
And not a fuck-up like his old man
Sister's got lots of dreams of her own
She sits with a mountain of pills by the phone
And sooner or later the kids will come home
To a stripper who's danced all she can
Merry Christmas from me
Merry Christmas to you
At the end of the day when there's nothing to say
Merry Christmas from me to you
All of the times the kids are screaming the lines that say
"Jingle bells, shotgun shells, daddy's got a new 44"
Wish I could say that everything was okay,
But I'd be lying like a rug on the floor
I just came home to get a few of my things
Then I'll be washed from their hair and I can fold out my wings
I can drive to my angel where she smokes and she sings
In a Tina Turner tribute band
(What's love got to do with it, got to do with it?)
Merry Christmas from me
Merry Christmas to you
At the end of the day when there's nothing to say
Merry Christmas from me to you
Merry Christmas from me
Merry Christmas to you
At the end of the day when there's nothing to say
Merry Christmas to me and you