[Intro]
Hey Frank!
Hey Roger!
Hey, can I see you in my office for a minute?
Yeah, sure... Hey Stu, you wanna watch these parts for me?
Don't forget to cut the clutch
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Yeah have a seat
What's up boss?
We're makin' some cutbacks
Oh, I know you're not talkin' about me, I been here 15 years, I mean, I got seniority right?
We're gonna have to let you go
I got kids man!
It is what it is

[Verse 1: Jamie Madrox]
He's depressed in the dumps
Victim of a fallen economy, got bumped off the Assembly line
And he feels like a chump
Wonderin' how he's gonna bring turkey for the givin'
And presents for the receivin'
This sucks, wonder if Obama has to go without
Explainin' to his children how Santa must've missed a route
I don't think so, he's much too proud
To admit defeat or even accept handouts
So he tells his wife that everything panned out at the plant and christmas is on as planned
Tears of joy fill her eyes, but inside
He feels even worse for lying and he wants to die
He pretends to go to work everyday
But he's not goin' to work, he's just wastin' away
In the front seat of a parkin' lot up the street
Where he punches his steerin' wheel repeatedly sayin' "Why me?"
[Hook: Jamie Madrox, Monoxide]
Sometimes it gets real hard
When you got no money and you got no job
And you got no reason to be celebratin'
And it seems like you're in a hopeless situation (I got the chrismtas blues)
Sometimes it gets real hard
When you got no money and you got no job
And you got no reason to be celebratin'
And it seems like you're in a hopeless situation (I got the chrismtas blues)

[Verse 2: Monoxide]
Got the headlights turned off, the radio, too
With the garage door closed so we get all the fumes
Windows down so the exhaust gets through
And on the windshield, Merry Fuckin' Christmas boo
This is my gift to the bitch that ruined it all
Fuck Monoxide, this is straight from Paul
I probably should have seen all the writin' all on the wall
In the beginning when the cell phones calls didn't deminish
And you didn't have a job, so what? Your work buddy's
Just one of the many people you was puttin' above me?
I was thinkin' it was lovely but it was a laughable situation so now an ugly end is what you're facin'
Case in point in a minute you'll be dead
And then an hour after that all of your family's comin' in
And then an hour after that it's on the evenin' news
That the Christmas Blues was the reason I killed you
[Hook: Jamie Madrox, Monoxide]
Sometimes it gets real hard
When you got no money and you got no job
And you got no reason to be celebratin'
And it seems like you're in a hopeless situation (I got the chrismtas blues)
Sometimes it gets real hard
When you got no money and you got no job
And you got no reason to be celebratin'
And it seems like you're in a hopeless situation (I got the chrismtas blues)

[Interlude: Monoxide]
I don't give a fuck I've been working here for 7 years
And this motherfucker just fired me
Like I ain't nothin' but a piece of shit
Tommy Tommy, you gotta calm down!
That's a fuckin' loyalty issue baby
I gotta go there and handle my bussines
It looks like he's got a fuckin' gun!
I got somethin' for all of you motherfuckers
All you motherfuckers! What?! *Gunshot*

[Verse 3: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
Bet it all on red, she said momma gotta pay the bills
More mouths to feed in a house up on the hills
Husband a reserve in the army and was called in two months ago at night when he was sleepin'
He was a medic in the army and a doctor in the states
Life was that oyster with money to take the chase
Take a page out the book, live happily ever after
Til a phone call turned fantasy into disaster
Was a sergeant of the army on the other end
Said he had a little information on her husband
Brave yourself, ma'am, take a seat
Your husband has died in service of the country
We will send his remains and his personal affects
To his last residence, I think that's your address
So she's out gamblin' just to help her forget
That she ain't told her kids that their father's dead yet
[Hook: Jamie Madrox, Monoxide]
Sometimes it gets real hard
When you got no money and you got no job
And you got no reason to be celebratin'
And it seems like you're in a hopeless situation (I got the chrismtas blues)
Sometimes it gets real hard
When you got no money and you got no job
And you got no reason to be celebratin'
And it seems like you're in a hopeless situation (I got the chrismtas blues)