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JINGLE HELL ROT

by Humboldt and Shawn

Slashing through the flesh, with knives and fangs and claws, through the corpses we go, laughing all the way—he, he, he.

Knives and axes ring, filling souls with fright, oh what fun it is to sing a slaying song tonight. Oh, killing time, killing time, eating up some brains, oh what fun it is to kill a hooker every day!

A day or two ago, I thought I’d take a ride, and soon Miss Fanny Bright was seated by my side,

She said fifty bucks for half and half, at that I had to laugh, I smashed her face, ripped out her eyes, and ate her liver with fava beans.

Oh, werewolf time, werewolf time, I love to be a beast, werewolf time, werewolf time, it’s on blood and guts I feast!

Driving down the street, with a sawed-off in the back, looking for a treat, to make into a snack.

When you find that special girl, you get that feeling well, you know it's worth it and you won't contest, that you're going straight to Hell.

Oh, one shot here, one shot there, suddenly she's prepared, oh what fun it is to set up Chirstmas dinner this year. Ho-ho-ho, one cut here, one cut there, portioned into squares, a perfect feast for the perfect beast, now back to the lair.