's a drag for you and it's an expense for the government, and that's a drag for you. We're gonna sing you this Christmas carol. It's for all you bastards
Silent Night The organ is quiet now, And Mama's gone The sound of that Christmas Eve Will live on and on We sang all the old carols, The hymns she loved
their organ broken} {So the priest and organist Began composing a song That could be sung without an organ Yet beautiful enough to express their Christmas
organ broken. So the priest and organist began composing a song that could be sung without an organ, yet beautiful enough to express their Christmas
cops can't believe it, the block I bleed it, the glock I squeeze it We plot strategic, pop and leave a nigga paraplegic Send yo Christmas carols to Jesus
Translation: Christmas carols. With bells and organ sound.
their organ broken. So the priest and organist began composing a song that could be sung without an organ, yet beautiful enough to express their Christmas
