Brother comes home after school everyday    To a step-dad who beats him and a mother who prays    That he'll grow up to be just like his brother Jay    And not fuck up like his old man       Sister's gots lots of dreams of her own    She sits with her mountain of pills by the phone    And sooner or later the kids will come home    To a stripper who's danced all she can       And all the kids sing it one time      Merry Christmas, from me    Merry Christmas, to you    At the end of the day, when there's nothing to say    Merry Christmas, from me to you       All of the time, the kids are screaming the lines that say    Jingle bells, shotgun shells, daddy's got a new .44    I wish I could say that everything was okay,    But I'd be lying like a rug on the floor       I just came home to get a few of my things   Then I'll be washed from their hair, and I can fold out my wings    I candrive to my angel where smokes and she sings    In a Tina Turner tribute band       Hey!       And all the kids sing it one time      Merry Christmas, from me    Merry Christmas, to you    At the end of the day, when there's nothing to say    Merry Christmas, from me to you    Merry Christmas, from me    Merry Christmas, to you    At the end of the day, when there's nothing to say    Merry Christmas, to me to you    na na na na na na aaaaaaaaa