Sad Christmas Song - Twiztid, Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Hey Frank!

— Hey Roger

Hey, can I see you in my office for a minute?

— Yeah, sure… Hey Stew why the boss wants me for a minute?

He probably got the cash

Yeah have a seat (What's up boss?)

We’re making some cutbacks

— I know you’re not talking about me, I’m here 15 years, I got a seniority

Hey, you gotta let it go

— I got kids man!

It is what it is

He’s depressed in the dumps

Victim of involving economy got bunked off the Assembly line

And he feels like a chump

Wonder how he’s gonna bring turkey for the giving and presents for the receiving

This sucks, one day if Obama has to go without

Explaining to his children how Santa must’ve missed a route

I don’t think so, he’s much too proud

To admit defeat or even accept handouts

So he tells his wife that everything panned out

At the plant and christmas is on his plan

Tears of joy fill her eyes, but inside

He feels even worse for lying and he wants to die

He pretends to go to work everyday

But he’s not going to work, he’s just wasting away

In the front seat of a parking lot up the street

Where he punches his steering wheel repeatedly saying «Why me?»

Sometimes it gets real hard

When you got no money and you got no job

And you got no reason to be celebratin'

And it seems like you’re in a hopeless situation

(I got the chrismtas blew)

Got the headlights turned off, the radio, too

With the garage door closed so we get all the fumes

Windows down so the exhaust gets through

And all the windshield, man, fuck it, Christmas, too

This is my gift to the bitch that ruined it all

Fuck Monoxide, this is straight from Paul

I probably should have seen all the writing all on the wall

But it’s beginning with the cell phones calls didn’t deminish

Didn’t have a job?

So what?

Your work buddy’s

Just one of the many people you was putting above me

I was thinking that you love me but when really it was a laughable situation

So now I’m ugly in this with your face (I think?)

Case of point in a minute you’ll be dead

And then an hour after that all of your family’s comin' in

And then an hour after that it’s on the evening news

That the Christmas Blues was the reason I killed you

I don’t give a fuck I’ve been working here for 7 years

And this motherfucker just fired me

Like I ain’t nothing but a piece of shit

(Hey Paul, you gotta calm down!)

That’s a fucking loyalty issue baby

I gotta go there and handle my bussines

(It looks like he’s got a fucking gun!)

I got something for all of you motherfuckers

All you motherfuckers!

What?!

(Gunshot)

Dial it all on bread she said momma gotta pay the bills

More mouths to feed in a house upon a hills

Husband now reserved in the army and was gone and

Two months ago at night when he was sleeping

He was a medic in the army and a doctor in the states

Light was the oyster with money to take a taste

Take a page out the book, live happily ever after

Til a phone call turned to see a man into disaster

Was a sergeant of the army on the ether end

Said he had a little level nice on her husband

Grace yourself, ma’am, take a seat

Your husband has died in service of the country

We will send his remains and his personal affects

To his last residence, I think that’s your address

So she’s out gambling to help her forget

That she hasn’t told her kids that their father’s dead yet