how the communists ruined christmas (mongol horde)

How The Communists Ruined Christmas (Mongol Horde)

Mongol Horde - 2:37
Twas the night before Christmas
And all throughout the house
Not a creature dared disagree
Not even a mouse
With the communist dogma
With the Soviet creed
No Christmas decorations here
No presents under the tree

Down the chimney came Karl Marx
Dressed in a father Christmas suit
Smiling broadly, ruddy face, flowing beard,
Snow on his boots,
Snow on his boots.

He said "gather round children,
I have a secret to tell,
I know you've followed me faithfully this far
But the truth is, well
You must have known I was joking,
That I was taking the piss,
You all claim to think I'm a genius
But a genius wouldn't ever want this:

Guaranteed misery, grinding down to totalitarian decay
The people fenced off into sections and cut down if they don't obey
It always ends the same.

And little Vladimir, little Josef,
Little Fidel, little Mao, little Che
They all realised they looked like idiots,
That everything they built was slipping away
That's why they decided to kill Karl and burn his fucking body

They blew out his brains and scattered his remains
And told us all there was no Father Christmas
They blew out his brains and scattered his remains
And told us all there was no Santa Claus

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