Saint Prick by Swatting Bats

Tracklist

1.	Saint Prick	3:16

Lyrics

Saint Nick:

On the night of Christmas eve Santa comes to town
He can’t fit through the chimney, he is too big and round
He’ll break your kitchen window, and be sure to make no sound
He’ll find your father’s drink cabinet and pour himself a round

Saint Nick, that prick
He’s a drunk passed out on the floor
Saint Nick, that prick
Is loved by all the boys and girls
Runs his meth-lab at the northpole keeps the elves addicted
Rudolf with your nose so bright, how many lines have you shnafed tonight?

Little Johnny hears a noise coming from downstairs
Heads down to investigate and bursts into tears
There stands Santa in the lounge with vomit in his beard
Pissing on the Christmas Tree, he’s drunken all the beers
Santa in his drunken state says he can explain
Offers Johnny a free hit

‘’IT’S BASICALLY COCAINE’’

In walks Johnny’s father, loading a shot gun
Johnny shouts at Santa
“YOU BETTER FUCKING RUN’’

Saint Nick, that prick
He’s a drunk passed out on the floor
Saint Nick, that prick
Is loved by all the boys and girls
Runs his meth-lab at the northpole keeps the elves addicted
Rudolf with your nose so bright, how many lines have you shnafed tonight?

Saint Nick, that prick
He’s a drunk passed out on the floor
Saint Nick, that prick
Is loved by all the boys and girls
Runs his meth-lab at the northpole keeps the elves addicted
Rudolf with your nose so bright, how many lines have you shnafed tonight?

Saint Nick, that prick
He’s a drunk passed out on the floor
Saint Nick, that prick
Is loved by all the boys and girls

Credits

Song and lyrics written by Swatting Bats

Produced by Jethro Harris and Swatting Bats

Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Jethro Harris

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