"My Ornaments (YW Remix)" lyrics
Twas the night before Christmas
I lay awake in bed
Envisioning holiday decorating with human heads
I jumped out of bed and got dressed
Went off into the night air
Man my mind was such a mess
You cannot begin to decorate on Christmas Eve until you've got an axe and you've picked out a Christmas tree
Just then in front of me appeared with such a glow
It was an eight-foot pine, I knocked it over with one blow
Can't control what I'm doing, I can't believe what I see
I got heads and body parts decorating my tree
A trail of blood in the snow, where
Did my sanity go
Blame it on vanity but I know it's calamity so
I follow my hollow soul into a dark hole
And throttle your existence by murdering you on Christmas
And I know that I can swallow the evil until I die
But I became addicted to purging on Christmas
Is it Christmas already
I got, I got slippery
All up in the dick of somebody
I'm gonna be welcome for the whole night
To celebrate the holiday. To celebrate the holiday
To celebrate the holiday. No plotting or planning or scheming or scamming
Just me with an axe and I'm quietly standing
With me facing your back, you're just texting and laughing
And I'm double-handed grabbing, an axe starts smashing
Witnesses are gasping while I put all the pieces in a bag
In the trunk, hit the gas, now I'm back in the cut
Trying to dab much blood off my foot as I can
Then I back out looking for another victim again
This head I mean as ornaments my favorite
It belongs to the lady whose head I smashed down into the pavement
She barely screamed when I chopped her head clean
And from her neck to her forehead I discarded the in-between
With a hand shovel, it took a little time, it wasn't working
The way the candle inside her head lights her eyes is perfect
Pay attention to the details
And make the garland with the string as I thread each of her fingernails
Is it Christmas already
I got, I got slippery
All up in the dick of somebody
I'm gonna be welcome for the whole night
To celebrate the holiday. To celebrate the holiday
To celebrate the holiday
It's finished, a thing of beauty, a triangle of shape of art
An eight-foot pine covered with heads for the most part
Strings of fingernails and intestines here and there
Give it a sense of feeling of holiday flair
The red on green and blood on pine
And a snowfall background, it
Screams Christmas time
Such a festive display of macabre and fright
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night
Is it Christmas already
I got, I got slippery
All up in the dick of somebody
I'm gonna be welcome for the whole night
To celebrate the holiday
To celebrate the holiday
To celebrate the holiday
I lay awake in bed
Envisioning holiday decorating with human heads
I jumped out of bed and got dressed
Went off into the night air
Man my mind was such a mess
You cannot begin to decorate on Christmas Eve until you've got an axe and you've picked out a Christmas tree
Just then in front of me appeared with such a glow
It was an eight-foot pine, I knocked it over with one blow
Can't control what I'm doing, I can't believe what I see
I got heads and body parts decorating my tree
A trail of blood in the snow, where
Did my sanity go
Blame it on vanity but I know it's calamity so
I follow my hollow soul into a dark hole
And throttle your existence by murdering you on Christmas
And I know that I can swallow the evil until I die
But I became addicted to purging on Christmas
Is it Christmas already
I got, I got slippery
All up in the dick of somebody
I'm gonna be welcome for the whole night
To celebrate the holiday. To celebrate the holiday
To celebrate the holiday. No plotting or planning or scheming or scamming
Just me with an axe and I'm quietly standing
With me facing your back, you're just texting and laughing
And I'm double-handed grabbing, an axe starts smashing
Witnesses are gasping while I put all the pieces in a bag
In the trunk, hit the gas, now I'm back in the cut
Trying to dab much blood off my foot as I can
Then I back out looking for another victim again
This head I mean as ornaments my favorite
It belongs to the lady whose head I smashed down into the pavement
She barely screamed when I chopped her head clean
And from her neck to her forehead I discarded the in-between
With a hand shovel, it took a little time, it wasn't working
The way the candle inside her head lights her eyes is perfect
Pay attention to the details
And make the garland with the string as I thread each of her fingernails
Is it Christmas already
I got, I got slippery
All up in the dick of somebody
I'm gonna be welcome for the whole night
To celebrate the holiday. To celebrate the holiday
To celebrate the holiday
It's finished, a thing of beauty, a triangle of shape of art
An eight-foot pine covered with heads for the most part
Strings of fingernails and intestines here and there
Give it a sense of feeling of holiday flair
The red on green and blood on pine
And a snowfall background, it
Screams Christmas time
Such a festive display of macabre and fright
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night
Is it Christmas already
I got, I got slippery
All up in the dick of somebody
I'm gonna be welcome for the whole night
To celebrate the holiday
To celebrate the holiday
To celebrate the holiday
