Pipes of Grief

Prelude

Gutter snow, the morning stings

Bloody knuckles from wrapping things

Radio squawks out carols bright

While I curse my way through sleet and blight

Chapped hands jammed in ripped old gloves

Kids next door screaming, pushing and shoves

Cigarette ash on the welcome mat

Christmas spirit? Not having that

Intro

Snow slush fills my busted boots

Cursed carols stuck on repeat

All I want’s a silent night,

Not this plastic, glitter-smeared deceit

Verse 1

Smog clouds wreath the shopping mall

Kids whining loud, I hope they fall

My wallet's ruined, spirits flat

Why the hell do I put up with that

Ugly sweaters, itchin' skin

Cards from losers I never did like

Eggnog’s off, it burns my throat

This Christmas cheer can take a hike

Chorus

Pipes of grief in the air tonight

Sick of this wretched Christmas fight

Decking the halls with bad luck and spite

Everything’s rotten, nothing feels right

Verse 2

Snow’s on the ground, I stomp it out

Don’t care for cheer, I just wanna shout

Family bickering, same damn row

Why the hell am I even here now

Pre-Chorus

String of lights burned to a crisp

Downing gin with every gift I rip

No holiday spirit, no sweet relief

Just the wicked song of these pipes of grief

Chorus

Pipes of grief blow a sick old tune

Ruining the wishes locked in my room

Shove your sleigh and your shiny wreath

This filthy season’s the pipes of grief

Bridge

Crushed tinsel under my boot

Drunk on regret, scarf full of soot

Grumbling carolers outside my door

If I hear jingle bells again, I’ll rage some more

Verse 3

Grandma yells, turkey’s gone cold

Cousins fighting over coins and gold

Just want silence, this holiday’s a thief

One more verse for the pipes of grief

Chorus

Pipes of grief, let your misery wail

Santa’s a bastard, mail lost in the mail

Stockings are empty, nothing to believe

Wrap up your joy, I’ll take my leave

Outro

Busted tree, the angel’s tipped

Spilled red wine on faded script

Family storming out in a huff

This yuletide mess, I’ve had enough

Pipes of grief, play your last damn note

Choking on tinsel, tearing the goat

Let December finish, cut my teeth

All that’s left now—just pipes of grief