''Santa's Saga''
Spinning Santa so you try to size me up something so specific
sleigh bells ring above my mobile camper somewhere lost in the north pacific
who says the tree cut for Rockefeller's center wasn't already terrific
I got my eyes on you flying through darkened skies of crimson
beyond the shrouded prism using constellations to guide the system
On Dasher!, On Prancer!, On Blitzen!
destination attuned to all those rare conditions
torrential rains that only seem to last for seconds
like a comet in the sky hidden to the naked vision
don't blink to fast some get a glimpse of Santa speeding past
all the children would eat amphetamine pills hoping that sleep would pass
wide eyed trying to see if Santa sneaks under my tree leaving me the bag
Santa flew right over my heart guess I don't get nothing like last year (shrugs)
storytime..
Slimey slippers shiver me timbers the fireplace is flickering reds
bad or good
Satan stands on his hooves and grabs Santa's slippers instead
flicker me whiskers slobbering slippery spit
Satan starts thrusting away solemnly into some old slithery slit
Ms Clause peels off her g-string revealing a slippery clit
it's glistening while she's holding the post of an old hickory bed
Meanwhile Santa's flying around delivering gifts
in the blistering breeze's of freezing blizzards with mist
Rudolph's nose is leading the sled full steaming ahead like a beacon of red
parking on the roof of a large home stuffing some stocking's full of charcoal
some gasoline some matches to warm up your cold heart soul
you can light it within the alters of Quetzalcoatl
Riding away on his sleigh as flames reach up to where the stars float
call on St. Nick under the mistletoe when desire's start burning like this
Satan's slimy sacrum shattered from pulsation
as he ejaculates freezing semen allover Ms. Clause pasty white tits
sweaty perspiration some relation to desperation for those violently fit
Satan monstrously fucks Ms. Clause for a second time never tiring yet
all over the house the elves jerk-off shaking there little vile green dicks
to much cider by the fireplace Santa would loose his mind if he see's this
delivering gifts to homeless angels keeping warm by pissing there sweats
climbing down chimneys that are fucking cindering
getting attacked by your pets...
All you leave him is some rotten milk and stale cookies
with a thank you note scribbled from a 5 year old
he might pour high octane on your porch and light the snow
even when your awake Santa sneaks inside unknown
he sees someone with there head in the oven feet by the stove
leave them a gift or something for many pick holiday's to die alone
others party into the wee hours of the morning leaving on all the lights at home
sadly sometimes Santa has to ride alone
Ms Clause bust it wide for Satan slippery wet lick it thee pink taste like a drink
topped with a maraschino cherry tied at the tip infidelity wrapped inside of a gift
flickering wretch like those serpents on trees tempting eve yet she still bit it again
the bickering blast of a sanctimonious ass pounding sounds ever thee mess
but when Santa slays you for foul play violent aggression is never exempt..
Christmas eve was drawing to a close once the sun starts rising at 6
santa traveled across the globe beyond the speed a thought projects
heading back to the north pole to rest at home on his hickory bed
Ms clause and Satan are still knocking boots not noticing the sun shifting in length
elves are sleeping on the shelf's the kitchen's a mess
the toy factory halts production while krampus is in Austria dissecting the dead
the deer draw near Santa's igloo 5,000 miles over greenland
noticing the villageis eerily quite empty and unkempt
on a Christmas day where you would see smoke billowing fresh
Santa's helpers scattered everywhere keeping the chimney's swept
myrhh wreaths hanging on doors smelling like cinnamon bread
symphony of gnomes playing music into the sheds
a new sun has risen celebrating that springs ahead
Santa lands his sled silently near his reindeer
there brown coats had fur thicker then beds
smelling a foul stench he hears low moans on the rear of his deck
with no fear he grabs a spear from his sled
the same spear that roman's stabbed white jesus with
santa watched as he bled buckets in rome before christmas was kept
when the moon was a sun before gregoria begun in tartarian mystery text
since day one Santa and Satan were placing bets
allies and enemy's it's always been a story that's lost in translation for an audience
Santa opens the door to his hallway shed spear in his hand
Ms Clause is getting rammed on the bed
Satan's pounding away flickering his snake tongue
while small spirits eject
Santa chucks his spear through both of them
the force knocks over a wall and severs there heads
Ms Clause and Satan vanish into thin air
Santa chuckles while combing his beard saying naughty or nice
there's always a price to pay when the devil is near
he's pets Rudolph and goes to fridge and gets a beer
merry Christmas until next year....