Yesterday on the stroke of three\\
I gave my faiith and hope to charity\\
And betrayed my family tree\\
To hatchetmen and women who came\\
From where the streets have hyphened names\\
Lumberjacks and lumberjanes\\
The fleapit circus came\\
With a cast of plastered clowns\\
And to my crying shame\\
I let the bastards grind me down\\
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So what will Father Christmas bring\\
If everyone's gone shoplifting\\
And do you know the saddest thing of all\\
Is that there's nothing worth stealing\\
Anymore \\