Body Lotion and the Bloody Hands tHE pRESENTS! Lyrics

Christmas always makes me feel like stealing
the things I want, the things I find appealing.
Just grab them and wrap them and put them under the tree knowing they're all for me!
It's the child of Satan
of cause I will bear it
on Christmas night on Christmas night
It's a chastity belt
of course I won't wear it
on Christmas night on Christmas night
It's no hope for the future
of course we can share it
on Christmas night on Christmas night
In The Blood style!
It's a rotten corpse
of course you can lick it
on Christmas night on Christmas night
The head came off
of course you can kick it
on Christmas night on Christmas night
It's one tiny word
of course it's "Hurt"
on Christmas night on Christmas night
It's a white wishbone
but still I'm alone
on Christmas night on Christmas night
I unpack like a shark attack,
fast and fierce without looking back.
Who would want a voodoo wand?
Me! Me! Me!

A yeah The Blood rising!