Lyrics

Every day is Christmas in Hell And Santa's real, and he brings every thing you ever wished for Every day 'til you don't want to play But you have to And that's when you realize that you're in Hell So try and relax You jump through flaming hoops hoping that you won't catch on fire I signed my name He gave me the brand Now I'm leaking cold sweat shaking Satan's hot hand Meanwhile in Heaven The well rehearsed unison harps offer comforting salvation from Art They sing this song: "Refrain from entertainment, ride your mind like a horse, don't drag it like a cart." But don't you ever notice that it doesn't matter what you're doing It's all Hell if you do it too long