Death from the Chimney Lyrics


Beware children for your foul acts

Will not go unnoticed

For the good children there is

A reward every Christmas

Jingle bells ring

The angels sing

We celebrate the birthday of Christ

Saint Nick flies

Bad people die

A time of fear in our pleasent lives

Snow falls on to the ground

Beautiful light displays

Christmas getting closer each day

Naughty kids stricken with fear

Knowing that St Nick is near

While the good children go outside to play

With a

Toy sack

And a

Sharp axe

He gives

To good kids

And takes

From bad kids