Advent Calendar

Written by Douglas Firestein

The snow won’t stop me
Ice won’t keep me away
The winter is my bitch
I own her every day

Christmas is about joy
Suckas like you won’t get
This is your last Christmas
Next year you’ll be dead

Gonna cut off every finger
Each tiny little toe
Put them in an advent calendar
For your kids to open up
The smile upon their face
Will turn to streaks of tears
As they realize their daddy
Ain’t coming back next year

You knew this was coming
I warned you all along
Now me and your wife
Drink your bloody nog

Gonna cut off every finger
Each tiny little toe
Put them in an advent calendar
For your kids to open up
The smile upon their face
Will turn to streaks of tears
As they realize their daddy
Ain’t coming back next year

Dead Daddy
(Dead, Dead Daddy)
Dead Daddy
(Dead, Dead Daddy)
Dead Daddy
Your Daddy is
Dead Daddy
(Dead, Dead Daddy)
Dead Daddy