A twisted version of the Christmas song. Like it? Rate LOW for "Wreck The Halls"! |
O Christmas tree! O Christmas tree! You will be dead in January. You’ll be long gone when Spring is here, And everyone will forget your cheer. O Christmas tree! O Christmas tree! You will be dead in January. O Christmas tree! O Christmas tree! Much pleasure thou canst give me, But then your needles will all fall On to the carpet and we’ll call A man to come and pick you up And take you to the rubbish dump. O Christmas tree! O Christmas tree! Your candles shone so brightly, But now they’ve melted on your boughs, The smell of burnt tree fills the house. O Christmas tree! O Christmas tree! It’s time for us to set you free. O Christmas tree! O Christmas tree! Like you I would not want to be. Your friends still grow on mountain sides Whilst you were robbed of your young life. O Christmas tree! O Christmas tree – You got a raw deal I can see. |