Lyrics:
The Birth Of Christ

Red (In My) Head Smiling faces on the wall I took a walk down the hall I banged my fist against the door I tossed a quarter to the whore The Camera flashes

Burn the witches, burn the witches Don't take time to sew your your stitches Burn the witches, burn the witches Good is the thing that you favor, evil

Son of man, rise up son of man New York cities son of Sam With a gun in hand He reaps the women of our land Blood and family does his death depravity

On Christmas day They saw a star in the east and followed it On Christmas day That marked the birth place of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ All free

mother of christ, you are boring you are fucked, and then forgotten bloody whore, open your wrists don't show me your face, go away leave me be,

out the ribbon, balloon and rattle, To dig their own graves in the cold earth... So sad and pointless now to give birth.

get it back Young Chris, Neek, what? Oschino and Sparks Next summer's yo' summer, tear this motherfucker up Young is eternal, my young'uns'll burn you "The Blueprint" birthed

sinners reconciled" Joyful all ye nations rise Join the triumph of the skies With angelic host proclaim "Christ is born in Bethlehem" With angelic host proclaim "Christ

us to love one another His law is love and His gospel is peace O holy night The stars are brightly shining It is the night of the dear Savior's birth