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Mr. Strange - Santa Claus Hates the Poor (Official Visualiser)

#mrstrange #dannyelfman #oingoboingo #xmassongs #gothic BANDCAMP: https://mrstrange.bandcamp.com/ FACEBOOK:   / official.mr.strange   SOCIAL MEDIA: OFFICIAL WEBSITE: http://www.mrstrangemedia.com FACEBOOK:   / official.mr.strange   INSTAGRAM:   / _mr_strange_   MUSIC: SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/album/3oorwv... BANDCAMP: https://mrstrange.bandcamp.com/ iTUNES: https://geo.music.apple.com/us/album/... MERCH: https://mrstrange.bandcamp.com/ DEEZER: https://www.deezer.com/us/artist/1434938 AMAZON MUSIC: https://www.amazon.com/s?k=Mr.+Strang... A dark and mean spirited Christmas song heavily inspired by the likes of Danny Elfman and the Cardiacs. LYRICS: It’s here, That special time of year, A smile on every face, The whole human race, All hand in hand, As snow blankets the land, He has gifts for the good, But only if you’re in a nice neighbourhood, Rejoice! Every boy and girl. It’s time to spread love around the world, So everybody join hands, Every woman and man, Sandy Claus is coming to town, Unless you’re broke, Then he’s turning back around, And once again, we are… Freezing and hungry on Christmas Eve, There’s no sign of Jesus, even if you believe, There’s sweet fuck all underneath our Christmas tree, “Come on Sandy Claus, visit us, please!” Santa ain’t coming down your chimney tonight, So when you hear a banging in the dead of night, It’s just the debt collectors knocking on the door, Cos we all know Santa Claus hates the poor, Sandy Claus hates the poor, Come inside, To where the roaches reside, Where we’re black mould blind, To another yuletide, With despair on my mind, Where my lists’s denied, Not a single gift, and my only surprise, Is finding out my God damn dad just died, No choice for people like us, We’ve got to eat the dog, Skin him and boil him in a pot, It’s how we know there is no God, It doesn’t matter if we’re naughty or nice, We get food stamps and lice, If we can’t afford the price, To buy the nice things, Those economics don’t trickle down, not around these parts, So when you see Santa in hell, please send my regards, “Fuck no, Rudolph! Not that way, that’s the ghetto!” Freezing and hungry on Christmas Eve, There’s no sign of Jesus, even if you believe, There’s sweet fuck all underneath our Christmas tree, “Come on Sandy Claus, visit us, please!” Santa ain’t coming down your chimney tonight, So when you hear a banging in the dead of night, It’s just the debt collectors knocking on the door, Cos we all know Santa Claus hates the poor, Santa Claus hates the poor, He a capitalist whore, The f*cker sold out like a corporate shill, It’s only his gifts that are from Good Will, Santa Claus hates the poor, Christmas joy you cannot afford, He won’t be eating no cookies and milk today, He only wants caviar and chardonnay, Come along kids, we know what to do! Stick up the Sandy Claus, take everything he’s got, Stab him in the gut and then leave the bitch to rot, Music by Saul Strange, Gary Bennett and Maddie Jane Rann Lyrics by Saul Strange