Away in a manger somewhere

Millions of children are needlessly starving

As we bake our cookiesAnd stuff our face

And die of heart disease

This is the world we live in

It doesn′t have to be such a disgrace

But making it a better place

Starts with us carving

From the ashes of the old

A new mold

A new system

Away digging nameless graves somewhere

Millions of innocent people are pointlessly dying

As we struggle to buy enough gifts

To distract us from the writhing

To plug our ears to the crying

Let this serve as a reminder

While the rich and fat roast chestnuts on an open fire

Much of the world sinks deeper into the economic mire

They caused in the first place

Here's some advice, just in case

Roast the rich on an open fire

If you′re privileged enough to celebrate Commercial Christmas

Recognize that a lot of the pain and misery in the world

Is, at least in part, your own fucking fault

Poverty and hunger don't just emerge from the void

Both were created, and both can be destroyed

The truth is empty stomachs coincide with overflowing bank vaults

If this reminder "ruins" your Christmas

Good

Although It wasn't invited to the party

Capitalism has brought us Its Christmas gift

Millions and millions of makeshift mangers stuffed with starving kids

We eat their food

We colonize their lands

We steal their natural resources

And make them into the cheap shit

We fill our stockings with

Might wanna call for the hearse

′Cus Christmas isn′t about charity

It's about commerce