Lyrics

[Intro] Hey Frank! Hey Roger! Hey, can I see you in my office for a minute? Yeah, sure... Hey Stu, you wanna watch these parts for me? Don't forget to cut the clutch You got it, big guy Yeah have a seat What's up boss? We're makin' some cutbacks Oh, I know you're not talkin' about me, I been here fifteen years, I mean, I got seniority right? We're gonna have to let you go I got kids man! It is what it is [Verse 1: Jamie Madrox] He's depressed in the dumps Victim of a fallen economy, got bumped off the Assembly line And he feels like a chump Wonderin' how he's gonna bring turkey for the givin' And presents for the receivin' This sucks, wonder if Obama has to go without Explainin' 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 as planned 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 goin' to work, he's just wastin' away In the front seat of a parkin' lot up the street Where he punches his steerin' wheel repeatedly sayin' "Why me?" [Chorus: Jamie Madrox & Monoxide] 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 Christmas blues) 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 Christmas blues) [Verse 2: Monoxide] 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 on the windshield, Merry Fuckin' Christmas boo 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 writin' all on the wall In the beginning when the cell phones calls didn't deminish And you didn't have a job, so what? Your work buddy's Just one of the many people you was puttin' above me? I was thinkin' it was lovely but it was a laughable situation So now an ugly end is what you're facin' Case in 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 evenin' news That the Christmas Blues was the reason I killed you [Chorus: Jamie Madrox & Monoxide] 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 Christmas blues) 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 Christmas blues) [Interlude: Monoxide] I don't give a fuck I've been working here for seven years And this motherfucker just fired me Like I ain't nothin' but a piece of shit Tommy Tommy, you gotta calm down! That's a fuckin' loyalty issue baby I gotta go there and handle my bussines It looks like he's got a fuckin' gun! I got somethin' for all of you motherfuckers All you motherfuckers! What?! *Gunshot* [Verse 3: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Bet it all on red, she said momma gotta pay the bills More mouths to feed in a house up on the hills Husband a reserve in the army and was called in Two months ago at night when he was sleepin' He was a medic in the army and a doctor in the states Life was that oyster with money to take the chase Take a page out the book, live happily ever after Til a phone call turned fantasy into disaster Was a sergeant of the army on the other end Said he had a little information on her husband Brave 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 gamblin' just to help her forget That she ain't told her kids that their father's dead yet [Chorus: Jamie Madrox & Monoxide] 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 Christmas blues) 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 Christmas blues)