Dull Christmastime
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- synthpop
- parody
- new wave
- electronic
- pop rock
- 1970s
- satirical
- christmas
- electropop
- holiday
- art pop
- synth rock
Lyrics
fake some fucking cheer
Another bland, gray holiday is here
Jingle bells ring in my damn brain
It’s just dull Christmastime again
Verse 2
Snow turns slushy black in the street
Kids whining for shit they won’t keep
Grandma’s drunk, passed out on the stairs
Fake smiles on faces, nobody cares
Pre-Chorus
Burnt turkey, overcooked ham
Plastic reindeer in the yard
TV plays the same old scam
Nobody’s feeling any magical spark
Chorus
Trying to fake some fucking cheer
The emptiest day of the year
Boring carols, tacky lights that don’t work
It’s dull Christmastime, what a jerk
Outro
So raise a glass to more of the same
Let’s toast to this miserable holiday game
Cold as hell with no reason to rhyme
We’re having a dull, dull Christmastime
Verse 3
Leftovers rotting on chipped plates
Uncle’s ranting, sealing everyone’s fate
Last-minute gifts, all cheap and wrong
Shoving receipts in a bag where they belong
Bridge
Neighbours’ dog howling at my door
Wrapping paper junk stacked on the floor
Everybody’s tired, nobody tries
Muttering curses under tinsel lies
Final Chorus
Cursing the clock till it’s all done
Sick of this fake-ass so-called fun
If joy was sold out, I’d stand in line
For anything but dull
Verse 4
Sticky tape stuck to my damn hand
Stepping on tinsel, shoes full of sand
Aunt’s got opinions no one can bear
Plastic wreaths shedding fake-ass hair
Post-Bridge
Canned laughter rolls from the TV set
Room stinks of stale cigarettes
Someone’s crying in the toilet stall
It’s just dull Christmastime for us all
Verse 5
Sticky bowls of cold potato mush
Socks from my mom, yeah, thanks so much
Light string sparks, another circuit’s blown
Family fights with a goddamn drone
Breakdown
Pile of wrapping, crushed on the floor
Dad’s yelling, "Get out, and slam the door"
Booze is gone, and so is the thrill
Just surviving till the day sits still
Finale
Spewed confetti in a wilted pine
Swearing I’ll skip it all next time
But I know, when next year comes around
It’ll be the same dull Christmastime
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