The Snow is here, The lights are hung.
Commercial Christmas, Shopping not done
Wal-Mart, K-Mart, Kohls and Sears,
Finding the present they'll like for years
Running thru tanks of unleaded fuel
Running thru stores knowing not what to do
Shopping for her, shopping for him
Waiting till tomorrow to do it again.
Tired as hell, can't sleep at night
Wanna do more shopping, money running tight
So venting out to a therapist, just because
Wishing there WAS a fucking Santa Clause