Death From The Chimney Lyrics

Beware children for your foul acts
Will not go unnoticed
For the good children there is
A reward every Christmas

Jingle bells ring
The angels sing
We celebrate the birthday of Christ
Saint Nick flies
Bad people die
A time of fear in our pleasent lives

Snow falls on to the ground
Beautiful light displays
Christmas getting closer each day
Naughty kids stricken with fear
Knowing that St Nick is near
While the good children go outside to play

With a
Toy sack
And a
Sharp axe
He gives
To good kids
And takes
From bad kids