Season’s Greetings - Stella Donnelly

Let the cat out of the bag

Didn't think you'd be coming back

Season's greetings on a card

You've been a hallmark from the start

If the gravy tasted great

Why did you pour it all away?

You like to intimidate

Intimidate, intimidate

Intimidate, intimidate

Sliding edgeways out of strained

Border protection, list debates

Bitter look of what's to come

Why can't you be more like your mother was

When she was young?

And all your idiot cousins like her

More than all the other aunties

Yeah, 'cause she was a punk

She was a punk, she was a punk

My mum's still a punk and you're still shit

Have you lost your fuckin' mind?

It's never to late to be on time

You like to intimidate

Intimidate, intimidate

Fuck up your life, lose all your friends

Fuck up your life, intimidate (Fuck up your life, intimidate)

Fuck up your life, intimidate (Lose all your friends)

Fuck up your life, intimidate (Fuck up your life, yeah, you got it)

Intimidate, lose all your friends (Go on, fuck up your life)

Fuck up your life, fuck up your life (Lose all your friends, go on)

Fuck up your life (Alright, yeah, fuck off then)

(Okay, good, fuck off)