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,
No 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,
And everything they had built was now slipping away.
And 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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