Lyrics and Music by Grisly Adams
Based on the movie: "Silent Night, Deadly
Night"

Christmas Eve, 1971. The family visits Granddad at
the nuthouse. Vegetative, he says not a word, til
the parent's are gone, then he says to the kid:
"You know what happens on Christmas Eve? He
comes to town to punish the naughty. This is the
scariest goddamn night of the year. You see Santa
Claus you run for your life!"

With seeds wrought in cruel and traumatizing fear?
The madness now begins to take it's root. An evil
thing lies coiled behind the tears, it wants to be
awakened.

On the way home, in the dark of night, his car
blocks the road, he flags them down. Murderous
thief in the guise of St. Nick takes advantage of
Dad and puts a hole in his head. Billy runs off
and hides in the brush While the jolly attacker
tries to rape Mom. He tears of her clothes. And
she gets in a shot, so he cuts her throat open in
the eyes of her son.

Hot blood, frantic tears soak into the snow? He
hides in the darkness, now an orphan. His parents
lie butchered there before him now? His hatred
starts to grow.

Now a ward of the state, he calls the orphanage
home. Harbours images of death, and crayon gore.
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Whipped and punished for their sins? He fears

Beat by the mother and tied to his bed, his
tortured screams seem to fall on deaf ears. Forced
in the face of a man that he dreads, his
nightmares give way to a violent rage. Now at 18,
unleashed on the world, he takes up a job at a
shitty toy store. His boss is a jerk, the owner's
a lush, emotional stress from a cockteasing whore.

Then absurdity occurs, when he has to wear the
suit. His persona takes a turn for the worse.
Bastard children on his knee, he assumed the
deadly role Whispered promises of wrath most
severe.

A party on Christmas, Sims gets him drunk, the
tease disappears with that cocksucker Andy. He
follows them into the storeroom to find the most
naughty perversion he must rectify. Strangles his
boss with the colourful lights, boxcuts the bitch
from her guts to her tits and Finally dispatches
that old drunkard Sims? Spits the old bag with a
toy bow and arrow.

Santa's watching? Santa's waiting? Fractured
psyche contemplating. Santa's stalking? Santa's
slaying? Lock your doors and then start praying.
Linnea Quinley, tits so sweet, hangs, impaled on
Rudolph's antlers. Still the mayhem's not
complete, watch the flick, if you want more.