Текст песни Blink 182 - I Won`t Be Home For Christmas
Blink 182 - I Won`t Be Home For Christmas слова песни
Outside the carolers start to singI can`t describe the joy they bringCause joy is something they don`t bring meMy girlfriend is by my sideFrom the roof are hanging sickles of iceTheir whiny voices get irritatingIt`s Christmas time againSo I stand with a dead smile on my faceWondering how much of my time they`ll wasteOh God, I hate these Satan`s helpersAnd then I guess I must have snappedBecause I grabbed the baseball batAnd made them all run for shelterIt`s Christmas time, againIt`s time to be nice to the people you can`t stand, All yearI`m growing tired of all this Christmas cheerYou people scare mePlease stay away from my homeIf you don`t get beat downJust leave the presents and let me be aloneWell, I guess it`s not cool to freak on Christmas EveCause the cops came and arrested meThey had an unfair advantageAnd even though the jail didn`t have a treeChristmas came a night earlyCause a guy named Bubba unwrapped my packageI won`t be home, I won`t be home for ChristmasI won`t be home, I won`t be home for Christmas