We’re gonna be killing a bitch this Christmas
Very very slow
Take a look in at her crying face glistening once again
With bloody knives and red hot pokers all aglow
We’re gonna be killing a bitch this Christmas
Whores on every street
But the prettiest sight to see, is the terror that will be
On our own first floor
A pair of thigh high boots and a pistol that shoots
Is the wish of Willow and Phil
Whores that will scream and will die for us both
Is the hope of us both as well
And we can hardly wait for that stupid whore to die
We’re gonna be killing a bitch this Christmas
Very very slow
There’s a tree we can hang her from, one in the park as well
The sturdy kind that doesn’t mind the weight
We’re gonna be killing a bitch this Christmas
Soon the screams will start
And the thing that will make them scream, is the stabbing that you do
Right within her heart
We’re gonna be killing a bitch this Christmas