Jingle bells, Jingle bells,
Jingle all the way!
Oh what fun it is to kill
All turkeys and pigs. Hey!
Running through the snow,
In an ominous stream,
The blood makes people know
Its Christmas for the win!
The pig lays on the table,
Dead as it can be.
The rednecks sip a wine,
Tasting guts and skin! Hey!
Jingle bells, Jingle bells,
Jingle all the way!
Oh, what fun it is to kill,
All turkeys and pigs! Hey!
A day or two ago,
The pig was still alive.
The people called it George
Like it was their son!
Now the 'son' is dead,
And everyone is drunk.
He`ll be eaten oven-baked,
Thats my Christmas punk! Hey!
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