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2004-12-24 - 11:53 p.m.


CHRISTMAS JINGLE
Christmas time, pickpockets and crime,
piss heads buying bottles of wine,
Children are crying, for the chocolates on the tree,
and none of the customers are listening to me.

A time for smoking, dog ends and ashes,
a time for stressing as the little boy bashes;
his little brother, they're fighting each other,
and each of them runs to a knackered out mother

Christmas time, it will be fine
Saturdays queues are way out of line,
till's are a chinging,
from the money galore,
and change is flying all over the floor.

A time for turkey in the frozen food aisle,
a time for cherries and 'Tate and Lyle'
selfish louts, thousand brussel sprouts,
a shop that's full of December doubts.

Christmas time, lemons and limes,
All this shows a sign of the times,
another shoplifter's gone out of the door
and another jam on aisle four.

Christmas time, pick pockets and crime,
piss heads buying bottle of wine,
children are crying, for the chocolates on the tree,
and none of the customers are listening to me.

by funeral-of-heartz from www.anylit.com

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