[Verse 1:]
In the dead of night, with the moon shining bright,
A figure dressed in red, steps into the light.
Not the jolly old man, with gifts and cheer,
But a twisted soul, bringing nothing but fear.
The stockings are empty, the cookies are gone,
But something's left behind—something's gone wrong.
A note, a name, some cookies, and a trail of the dead.
Santa’s been to your home, and the walls are blood red.
Santa Claus killer will tear your soul apart
He's taking his gloved fingers and ripping out your heart.
He's knocking at the door and your dumb ass let him in.
So Merry fucking Christmas and let the slaughter begin,
[Chorus:]
Oh, here comes the serial killer Santa,
Not a sleigh ride, just a deadly mantra.
No reindeer, no joy, just a bloodstained sleigh,
And he's killing everybody on Christmas Day.
Down the chimney, he doesn’t bring joy,
He’s bringing cold death to every girl and boy.
With a twisted grin, he sharpens his butchers knife,
For him, Christmas means taking a life.
The stockings are filled with secrets untold,
And under the tree, there’s a story to unfold.
The cookies are gone, the milk’s turned red,
Santa’s been here, and every body is dead.
Candy canes laced with poison, a wreath with a blade,
A twisted fat bastard in the winter’s parade.
The sleigh is silent, no reindeer in sight,
Just a man in red creeping through the night.
[Chorus:]
Oh, here comes the serial killer Santa,
Not a sleigh ride, just a deadly mantra.
No reindeer, no joy, just a bloodstained sleigh,
And he's killing everybody on Christmas Day.
[solo]
[Chorus:]
Oh, here comes the serial killer Santa,
Not a sleigh ride, just a deadly mantra.
No reindeer, no joy, just a bloodstained sleigh,
And he's killing everybody on Christmas Day.
Down the chimney, he doesn’t bring joy,
He’s bringing cold death to every girl and boy.
With a twisted grin, he sharpens his butchers knife,
For him, Christmas means taking a life. X2
He knows if you’ve been naughty or nice,
But his idea of “nice” it comes at a price.
The sleigh bells ring, but it’s not a good song,
It’s the sound of death all fucking night long.
No laughter, no joy, just a heart so vile,
He’s stalking the streets, mile after mile.
He wears a suit of red, but there's no cheer,
Just a wicked evil laugh and a heart full of fear.
The real Santa’s gone, and in his place,
A Serial killer with a blood-stained face.
His sleigh bells jingle, but it’s a warning sound,
Killer Santa’s here, and he’s hunting you down
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