christmas song

jack frost roasting on an open fire
fire ants nesting in your nose
screaming, flaming cheetahs
their skin and fur all a'glow
..drowning in a lake of burning crows

everybody knows, that it's now time for satan's reign,
time for endless freakish pain.
so although it's been said,
many times, many ways,
you're next in line, it's time to rip your flesh-

'cause saaaaaatan's on his way,
and he's got lot's of hooks and smashers on his sleigh
to tear you limb from limb, aaaand grind your bones
beneath the hooves of 12 reindeer from hell...

la la dee dee dah...